So I came home yesterday
changed into work clothes, grabbed some tools and went out to the backyard to do some work on the windows in the sunroom.
As the door closed behind me, I realized I had locked myself out of the house, the garage door closed, and my keys in the pants hanging on the back of the chair.
So I had to break into my own house. Thankfully one of the windows I was working on was unlocked so I was able to get that open, wherupon the dog decided i was an intruder and began barking at me like a banshee, causing me to start and crack my head on the window a la Stooges. I had to bring a chair from the front yard and stand on it, leveraged my big ass up over the sill, slid into the office, hooking the belt loop of my pants on the old screweye that used to hold the wooden storm in, pulling my pants down to my ankles, and popping off my crocs into the backyard.
So there I was, laying on the floor of my office, naked from the waist to the ankles, dog barking furiously, head throbbing, and I realized I was due for another bout of whatever strain of Montezumas revenge i was suffering from.
Some days it’s not worth getting out of bed.
16 comments Og | Uncategorized
Doncha just hate it when that happens?
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“popping off my crocs..”
You… wear… crocs? *snigger*
Well, I’m no fashion king either (Blue jeans and t-shirts are my usual wardrobe).
Hey. Do not diss the Crocs. My poor battered feet love ’em.
They’re handy to go outdoors when you’re stockinged and don’t need mus in your socks.
No worries, Nathan, Og. I won’t diss the crocs. I’ll let ‘The Manalo’ do it!
http://shoeblogs.com/2005/02/18/the-crocs/
Its part of his ‘Gallery of Horrors’.
http://shoeblogs.com/horrors.html
I have to agree with you though: they do look comfortable and convenient (to the feet, yes! to the eyes… well… )
I’m not going to be winning any beauty contests anytime soon.
me neither. Good thing I work the night shift. ;)
Damn!
I’m sorry, but I had to laugh at your misery.
it’s what I live for, Jennifer.
I shouldna laughed at you Og. Sorry ’bout that.
I’m also very sorry that Karma is a b*tch because I locked myself out immediately after my last comment (no cellphone, no coat, neighbor really had to talk to me reaaaaal bad – so I stood there freezing my butt off too…)
had to make faces in the window too so that someone who wasn’t pissed off at me would decide (after a few giggles) to let me in.
Sometimes life is fair, I guess…
LOL! I only WRITE this shit so other people can laugh.
Your description provided a perfect mental image there, Og.
Yep, I had to laugh.
Shit like that just happens and if you don’t laugh about it, you’d have a friggin stroke in a week or two.
I’ve done similar, only it was up high in the Cascade Mts, and the skeeters ate me and the missus alive while I was gently breaking into the borrowed cabin with my Swiss Army knife.
We hadda couple of belts, THEN took a Benadryl apiece.
Ever since (about 30 years), I put on the 100% DEET upon first alighting from the car at said cabin.
Aw! I hope your tummy feels better soon!
Works on cars too. Way back when I was married to the first spousal unit, had hair all the same color, and a 5″ smaller waist, I teased her unmercifully for locking her self out of her car (with her keys inside said car). Karma, paid me a visit no less than 2 days later when I did the same damn thing to my car. Thank heavens that was the old days when a good wire hanger and a bad attitude was all you needed to get back in.