About an hour ago, I was feeling sorry for myself because I wasn’t as creative as one of my friends. Now, I’m just pretty much wishing that I wasn’t so … me.
The story:
Husband is out of town - in California drinking wine… er, at a meeting. I am really tired. I got up at 5:30 this morning to go on a tour of the Pfizer plant in Kalamazoo. I was having a nice, relaxing evening at home, catching up on the usual domestic stuff: paying bills, petting the cats, cleaning the kitchen.
I made corn on the cob tonight as part of dinner. Instead of just throwing out the water, I thought I would use it to water the flowers on the front porch. Being green and all that stuff. As I I was walking out the front door, I was thinking to myself: “Don’t lock yourself out of the house. That would be really stupid.”
Do I really need to finish this story? Can you see where this ends?
Yup, I locked myself out of the house.
This is only the second time when I didn’t have any roommates/husband to bail me out. And it’s 11PM, again. And I’m only wearing my PJ’s, again. But this time, I was wearing underwear.
Long story short - I have an amazing friend and she came and let me into the house. Laughing all the time.
The upside, I met some of my neighbors and they were really nice. I’m going to deliver some flowers to their house tomorrow.
The downside, it rained this evening and the worms were out. And I didn’t have shoes on.
