Signs

I really only have one new story about signs, but I can't remember if I ever told my other story about Signs. Remember that movie, Signs? With Mel Gibson and Joaquin Phoenix? So I found that movie super creepy. So creepy that:

 1) I freaked out during the movie at the theater and spilled a coke on E's best friend. It was pretty awesome. Not only do I scream at scary movies and laugh inappropriately at dramas, action movies, or romances, but I also flail my arms about wildly at scary movies.

 2) I kept waking up in the middle of the night and thinking that I saw the reflection of an alien in the TV, the window...take your pick of any available reflective surface.

 So, onto the actual event that brought up this post. The other day I was walking into the garage, and I noticed a bright white bird feather laying near the garage door. I made a comment on it. I think I said something silly and unrealistic about it being a feather from an eagle that was hunting the kitty cat on the balcony. (That is one of those irrational fears that I have - that the kitty cat will be out on the balcony and an eagle will swoop down and grab her. I keep letting her out there though.) Anyway, we went into the house and left the feather.

 The next morning, I was getting ready for work. I was in the kitchen putting a lunch together, and I went to open the pantry door. As I opened the door, there was a slight breeze from the door pushing the air as it opened. And down floated a bright white bird feather. I think I may have stifled a slight scream. The bird feather offensively laid on the kitchen floor, taunting me with its incongruity. It was NOT supposed to be there. My mind began to race through a million questions at the same time. What was this feather doing there? How did it get in the house? Was it a different feather or the same feather? Why were white feathers turning up everywhere? Was this symbolic of something? Was I supposed to be noticing something and taking action? Was there a giant white bird living in my attic? Or could it be feather aliens? Why? WHY? WHERE? WHAT'S GOING ON??????? And then...Mr. Carport Furby chuckles a little behind me. "I brought that feather in for you."

 Obviously.