So one day last week I was running out of my house late church (my first time going to church without husband). I had an armful of crap that i had to carry out with me and i was yelling behind me at Caleb to put his shoes on for the ten billionth time. I pushed on our new screen door and it wouldn't open. Something was blocking the doorway. I cursed under my breath and whoever the thoughtless jerk was who left whatever the hell they left on my doorstep. Then i looked down to see what was blocking my path when i saw a ladybug.

Now, I don't post about this often, but i LOVE ladybugs. You can't walk five feet in my house without coming across something with a ladybug on it. The very thought of them fills me with joy. So I spot the ladybug first. Then i realize that its part of a really really cute doormat. It has a little watering can on it that matches the watering can that i own too. It was about 2 inches too high to fit under my door though and therefore blocking my path. I shoved the screen open and picked it up. No note, nothing. I dragged it inside and placed it under my sink in the kitchen. It looked pretty, but because it was two inches high, i stubbed my toe on it a few times while admiring it. I had to get to church to i abandoned my new friend and scampered off, still wondering who in the world brought me a doormat. It must be the doormat faerie.

The first person i thought of who would do that sort of thing is my friend Sarah, but she moved a couple hundred miles away last month so i didn't think it likely, although i did hear rumors of her being in town this weekend. So when i got home from church i sent a message to her phone "Are you the doormat faerie?"

It took a while to answer back: "What is a doormat faerie?" It wasn't a no. I told her as much and she messaged back demanding to know what a doormat faerie was. Did someone leave something on my front porch? What was it? So...not Sarah.

So i saw my friend Andrea online. Perhaps she was the doormat faerie. I asked her and she thought i was being weird. She was not the doormat faerie either. I thought about my mother in law but when i called, she wouldn't answer her phone, and accusing somebody of being a doormat faerie is not the sort of thing you do over the phone. So later that night at our Vampire: The Masquerade game (it has replaced our D&D nights) i asked my two sister in laws if they were the doormat faerie. Amber looked confused but Manda looked suspicious, so i grilled her about it. She was not the doormat faerie but she knew who was. I could only think of one person who we both knew that could be the doormat faerie.

I called my mother in law again. This time she answered. "Are YOU the doormat faerie?" I demanded. She laughed. Yes, she was the doormat faerie. She asked if it fit under my door, and i told her it didn't but that somehow i would make it fit.

The next day i did some modifications on the door. I removed about 3 inches off the bottom of it. Hubby wasn't too happy with me about it, but my doormat fits now.