Ok, so after I wrote my little rant about how the houses that are being built today are all ugly boxes, I got locked out of my house.
I took the dogs out for a walk, and didn't bring my key because my husband was home, and we were planning on going out together later, so I knew he wouldn't leave. And then his work called him with some emergency while I was out, and he assumed that I had my key and left. When I got back I was a little surprised to see that he wasn't home, I can tell you. At first, it was rather amusing.
And then I realized that he might not be back for a while. And I didn't have a phone. And I didn't have any money to call him. And I didn't know his work number by heart (note to self, memorize number to work). Can you make a collect call from a pay phone when the company requires you to dial an extension before you can reach anyone? I waited outside for about an hour, maybe an hour and a half, sitting in the grass, walking the dogs more (I'm sure they were happy).
Then I started getting bitten by mosquitoes, and I realized I hadn't taken any allergy medication in a while (see previous blogs). I walked over to the Wal-mart and Sam's Club next door to see if they had a pay phone, but they either don't have them or they are inside and I couldn't go in without the dogs. When You have a dog that weighs 120 pounds, you shouldn't leave her unattended. She might very well scare little children and then there would be a lawsuit...
So anyway, while I was wondering around like a homeless person at the Wal-mart it started to rain. Oh yes, this is all true. I walked back to the apartments hoping I had missed seeing my husband come home, and was just beginning to wonder if it would be at all helpful to have a good cry when lo and behold there he is.
When he realized what happened he started apologizing profusely, but I must say I was in a rare mood because I admitted that it really was all my fault, we always take keys with us when we go out, and I should have done it this time.
In any event, those cracker boxes are looking better all the time. Who needs art and beauty anyway? sigh...