A couple of YEARS ago I was walking around the office in my summery business casual khaki pants when a co-worker came up to me and said, “Danielle, you have pen marks all over your bee-hind.” I looked back and could see, almost on my thigh, was a bunch of blue pen scribble marks. Weird I thought. Maybe I had a pen stuck in my chair? I went back and looked but didn’t see anything.
I didn’t think anything more about it until about six months ago…it started happening AGAIN. I went to a clinic where one of my DOCTORS (thankfully, a female doc) said, “Danielle, you have string on your pants…wait no, it’s pen marks.” They were brand new, I had never worn them. But, I had washed them and folded clothes on the kitchen table where Isabelle later went a little crazy with a ball point pen. So, I readily threw my preschooler under the bus for that one with a “You know how kids are…”
I started to think I was sub-consciously doing it to myself. I don’t know…scratching an itch? But then I noticed I didn’t have a blue pen…it was black. Na Na Na Na Na Na Na(imagine the music to Twighlight Zone here) Weird….
About a month later the same thing happened when I was in Cincinnati at a clinic. My nurse coordinator said, “Ummmm Danielle, your rear has blue pen marks on it.” What? How did that happen? Reviewing my very early morning, I knew I hadn’t yet touched a pen that morning. I thought, it must be stuck in my car seat. I later went out and looked all over my car. No pen. Weird….
A few weeks later I was walking somewhere with my trusty backpack (I know adults are supposed to have sleek professional satchels and briefcases, but if you had to carry the sheer amount of stuff I do, you would carry a Jansport too!) and I noticed something poking me in the side. I reached down and felt. I looked at my hand and saw blue pen marks! A pen insert had fallen into the lining of my bag and occasionally poked out to draw on my pants! I was so excited about this finding that I had to…well…blog about it.
I’m not crazy! Thank God…I’m not crazy! I wasn’t drawing on myself or haunted by pen demons! It’s the little things that make me happy, really.