|"You've been stuck inside for how long?|
Today I tried to poke my nose out of my front door to reassure myself that the world was still there after having been isolated from humanity with five cats and a horrible spider that turned out to be, upon closer inspection, a flattened jelly bean.
I "tried" to poke my nose out of the door--did anyone catch that? I tried. The word "try" indicates possible lack of success....bingo.
My front door was frozen shut. Frozen. Solidly. As in un-openably.
So, I did what I do best--I totally wigged out. First, I became a cartoon character with two hands on the doorknob and two feet up on the door, head thrown back, eyes closed, teeth bared in effort. No luck.Then I screamed to the cats, "We're trapped!! We're trapped!! but they barely stirred from their morning naps. They knew I'd recently stocked up on their favorite high grade catnip to feed their habits, so nothing else mattered.
I was about to call 911 when I suddenly remembered that the house actually does have other doors. So I ran at break neck speed (which, for me, is just ever-so-slightly faster than a slowish walk) to the interior garage door, nearly yanked it off it's hinges with the superhuman strength borne of irrational panic and hurtled out into the driveway and the four inches of snow that, if you read yesterday's post you know, I've been expecting elves to shovel.
This was my first time out in three days and I blinked at the light like Robert Pattinson awakened from a deep nocturnal slumber.
I no longer remember how long I've been in the house. Seth has still not returned from work. He is hoping (like I believe that) to make it back tomorrow but it depends on getting the "engines back on line" and if road conditions are good enough....and whether the second family I'm pretty sure he has down there can spare him. I wonder if his other wife, er, never mind....
Luckily, come evening, American Idol was on to distract me. I am not sure whether it's because I haven't seen another live human in so long but Steven Tyler looked pretty damn good to me.
By the way, I don't miss Simon Cowell and his prominent nipples one bit. I like the things dangling from Steven's hair and the fact that he needs reading glasses just like I do. He's only a few years older than I am but seems to have ignored the memo that said men his age should not wear pants with eyeballs embroidered on the tuchas but what the hell do I care....he's my only friend at this point.