here's the last one. and it still makes me laugh.
Well, I got a puppy at New Years and named her Tatum, it means cheerful. Tatum sleeps in a crate at night but she is a total flopper in her sleep. And when she dreams she runs in her sleep so her crate makes a lot of noise. So I put rubber bands on all of the joints of her crate so that it doesn't rattle so much. But last night in the middle of the night, the first night for the trial run of the rubber-banded crate, I woke up at 1am to the sound of combat boots coming down the hallway. I woke up and looked out the door and saw a flashlight glowing from the kitchen. I woke Paul up and told him to get the gun; he got it and started down the hallway, searching from room to room. When he got to the kitchen he realized that we had left the light above the sink on, which answered the flashlight coming down the hall...but still not the sound of the boots. He looked everywhere; all the doors and windows were still closed so he came back to bed. About that time Tatum did another flop in her crate and I realized, at 1am, it REALLY sounds like the combat boots of a burglar coming down the hallway.
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- when my husband and i were hiking from georgia to maine in 2002 we sat on the side of the road on the PA 105 debating if we wanted to order a pizza or keep hiking on for the night. my husband looked down and saw that i was sitting in ice cream, and then i looked down and, at the same moment, we both noticed that the ice cream cone was smooshed into a pair of panty hose. we looked at the debacle, then back at each other then we both wondered in unison how in the world did those two items come together like that? this is sort of the long and the short of this blog. it's very random and yet smooshes altogether to make the debacle that is my life.
2 comments:
LOLOLOL oh no!!!!!!! so funny
LOL! Pets masquerading as burglars? BTDT! Not long after we moved to our new house, we set up some battery-operated motion alarms and started sleeping w/a gun nearby (recent murder in the 'hood across the street, and we were scared). Gracie-Kitty was up to her usual nighttime hijinks and knocked over one of the alarms and a potted plant w/a crash in the middle of the night and scared the shXt out of us (not literally, but almost). Kev grabbed the gun and was heading downstairs when Gracie came bolting up the stairs. He almost shot her before he realized she was not an assailant coming after him. Hilarious in retrospect, not so much at the time. Then there's the other time when the deer munching on the bird feeders outside managed to set off the motion detector in our basement (it somehow "saw" them through the tiny window)! Pretty funny explaining that one to the ADT monitor who called to make sure we were okay.
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