Tender bleaders--
Your faithful Sweet Tea did something very dumb...
So there I was. Doing stuff around the house: changing sheets, folding laundry, unloading the dishwasher, normal weekend around-the-house stuff that Lucy is too fucking important to do. (She performs only supervisory duties when it comes to housework. I swear, if she didn't protect me from all the dangerous squirrels and birds in the neighborhood, I would put her fluffy little ass out on the street!)
One thing I'd been meaning to do was take an extra house key out to the (detached) garage in case I ever locked myself out. I took the extra key out and put it on the counter, but then I thought of some other stuff I needed to do first, so I went about that business. Also, I was getting hungry, so I decided to make myself some pasta for lunch (more on that in a later post), so I put some water on to boil. Anyway, I finally set out to put the key in the garage. Just as I walked out and heard the door close behind me, I realized the key was still on the counter.
Forty-five minutes and $104 later...
It could've been a lot worse. I gave them a sob story about there being a dog in the house and water boiling on the stove. Ol' boy got there in a hurry, so I was tres grateful!
Oh, and you just know that, since it was a Sunday and I hadn't left the house all day, I was looking off-the-hook foxy. Kittens, trust me when I tell you that I looked beat. Sweat pants, no make-up, slept-on hair... Still, not sure why I'm so embarrassed. I mean, some people actually leave the house looking like that. Don't believe me? Check out the super-sexy pair spotted by Sweet Tea Sis at the Wal-Mart in Harrison, Arkansas:
Shocking how plain it can be that two people are made for each other.
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