True Story - Part 2

So the Tuesday night, i locked myself out of my bedroom.
Not out of my house, just my bedroom.

When i'm gone for the day, i have to close up the bedrooms, so Jack doesn't terrorize the entire house. On Monday, i got home from Yosemite & wanted to unpack, so i locked Jack outta my bedroom by literally locking the door. that didn't really work & i'm still not unpacked, but that's not this story.

So on Tuesday morning, all rejuvenated from a nice long weekend, i slam the bedroom door & trot to work. Work was a bloody mess, sigh. I get home late, it's raining, at least Jack is happy to see me. I go to get into some comfy-doodles & guess what? i can't get into my bedroom. & the whole thing rushes back to me...

What do i do first? find an old credit card! oh, but the molding of the door doesn't allow me to wedge the card through, nor get the proper leverage.

Paperclip! That will work, the key hole is really just a pin hole & that always works in the movies.
Nope. not working. (by-the-by, Jack is whining to get inside as i do this).

Time for real tools, screwdriver to the rescue!
nope, i need to have the door open in order to pull the door knob out.

My window is open! i'll spare the number of times it took to get to the end point:
By this time it is after 8 pm, so dark-dark out.
It's raining.
I remove the screen & crank open the window all the way.
Get a kitchen chair and put it under the window.
Place a stool on top of the chair.
Climb up and place the metal step-stool inside the room.
Carefully straddle the window (thankful i'm a girl).
Step onto said rusty stepstool & i'm inside!

Momentary panic as i realize i didn't put on all the way the front side of the door knob, but then i test the door & it works! i'm in my bedroom & able to get out.

Jack is thrilled as he jumps on the bed & gives me the "took long enough" look.

This is definitely up there on stupidest things i've done in the Jackson estate, sheesh!

True Story

So i got home EARLY, well, on-time, today! i was in the door by 5:30 pm, so exciting. i say "hi" to puppy, open the back door, kick off my shoes and decide to pee real quick, while i'm on the phone with Mer (the only person i do this to without telling... in fairness, she returned the favor a short while later).

So i'm peeing & Jack tears across the wood floor at puppy-flight-speed & launches into my lap. Fun times, not unusual though (hey, i have a lotta lap!).

EXCEPT.

Jack has poop all over his booty & back haunch. Clarification: Christine now has crap smeared on her jeans, her cardigan & hand. Dilemma. What to do? i need to contain him, 'cept i'm still peeing, on the phone & one hand is now rendered useless. Yes, first thing, hang-up phone. Take off pants & cardigan. Finish, uh, business. Wash hands well while cooing Jack to come back (Thank god i'd not opened my bedroom door, otherwise my bed would've been well soiled.).

I corral the deviant, plop him in the tub. Wash him well, towel him off, keep him in the bathroom to shake-dry while i wash out my clothes, add spray & wash. I trek outside to the garage where my day's outfit & the bathroom linens get plopped into the washing machine.

All this in 14 minutes & i'm back on the phone with Mer, relating the whole thing. Oh, wait, i did put new pants before venturing outside to use the washer (good, Bridgette).

Sigh. So much for putting free time to good use... at least it rendered a semi-amusing story.

April Fool's Day has Origins -

I always wanted a Spaghetti Harvest.

Great article by the Huffington Post on the origins of this, uh, 'holiday'?!? and the best pranks... funny, can we write-off George W. Jr as an April Fool's? probably only if you are suffering from Alzheimer's.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Caterpillar --Don't eat me!

Okay, how much did you love this book? It turned 40 today & it still looks about 4-years-old to me! the idea of content informing form and vice-a-versa, in a children's book no less, was effing genius. yeah, i used the g-word, 'cause really, the simple beauty of this book deserves the compliment. Congratulations, Mr. Carle!

Glad to see that Google loves 'em too!