Okay, I told you all the tale of the mysterious moving light cover, and now something else.
Thursday, before bed, I took a vicodin, and left a few in the pill bottle.
Friday, when I got up, I went and looked, and there was one vicodin left. At the time, I thought my wife had taken the other ones and put in her purse, since I told her I was gonna stop and refill my prescription.
So I fill it, and ask her, and she tells me that she never took any. I then thought perhaps the boy had upgraded his shennanigans, but he was home for the night, and the pill bottle was in a place he doesn't usually go in the house. We had friends over Thursday night, but they barely drink, so I ruled them out. I then thought that perhaps I took the last ones, and my mind was playing tricks on me.
So Saturday, I get up, and I'm in the kitchen, and bumped the "empty" pill bottle. There were now 8 vicodin in it. When my wife got home after work, I asked her if she put a few in it, since technically its her bottle, because she had the same prescription, because she had a bad back too.
She look at me like I was crazy. Why would she do that? So I explained why I asked. So now somebody or something is playing pranks on us. Spooky weird, I know.
