So there I was, in front of the mirror brushing my teeth last night. And decided I'd start running in the morning. Got up, got dressed. Dogs getting excited when they saw me putting on my tennis shoes. Uh oh. The dogs are going to be a PITA. Then an idea hit me. Go out through the garage. Even if the dogs get past me they'll be trapped in the garage. I'm so smart. Go out through the garage, jumping over the beam so I don't stop the door coming down. Yeah!
Stretch a little on the front porch. And I admit it that I flipped off the dogs in the front window. Childish but it felt good. Started with a brisk walk and then a slow ugly looking jog. Run then walk a little, turn around at the stop sign and do it all some more. And on it went. Until it hit me. I didn't have a house key. I'd gone out thru the garage and didn't need one. Except the garage door wall thingy doesn't work. How was I going to get in the house? And I really needed to go to the bathroom. Aaaahhhhh, the doggy door. I'd gone in that way before. I could do it again.
Except the bloody thing shrunk. How's that happen?? And the dogs thought it was the neatest thing. Pablo yapping and sniping at all of us. Harley & Davis licking me and running in and out of the door. Payback for flipping them off I think. What am I going to do? No phone. I really need to go to the bathroom. Even f I had a phone I don't know anyone's number. UUgggggghhhhhhh!!!
Did I lock the bedroom door the other day? I can't remember. Try it. Oh, thank goodness! I didn't lock it!! I'm in. So, note to self, even going out through the garage (good idea) make sure to unlock a door or bring a key so you can get BACK IN the house.
Let's see if my resolve to do a salad for lunch goes better than my running.