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I have in point of fact never met Not Me, but I know he lives here because he is mentioned so much on a day-to-day basis. I guess he just slips in and out of the congress, like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.
Whenever something gets obedient, or a chore doesnt get done or a fight erupts and I ask who is responsible, the answer is always Not Me.
As I ready-made for family to come over on Christmas, I realized that Not Me had been in our home. As I was dusting the buffet, I noticed that a model frame that held a picture of my children when they were small had been broken. The specs was cracked and the frame itself was missing a hunk the size of a quarter.
Whoever had flouted it had obviously knocked it off the buffet and then had to pick it back up again off the floor, where I found a shard of pane. Seems like to me, you would remember doing something like that.
In our house, whenever something is broken or missing, we first snake to Scotty, and so I did this time as well. Scottys answer to who broke my picture forge was Not Me.
Source: Macon Telegraph (blog)