Last night before I took my shower, I noticed something was “off” about my pile of shoes in the bathroom. I immediately mentally accused my husband, Ray, of doing “something” with my shoes. I thought “he better not have moved my shoes”. I later dreamed Ray did, indeed, moved my shoes and I told him (in my dream), “don’t bother my stuff”. This morning it was still haunting me so I asked Ray, “did you move my shoes in the bathroom”. He replies, “yes, Diane, I moved them to sweep the floor and put them back when I was done”. Not satisfied, I said “you put them back differently”. He then said, “no, Diane, I put them in the exact same order they were in EXCEPT I lined them up evenly”. I’m like, “I knew something was different!”. Sorry–not sorry.