I went next door to walk the neighbors dog. My cat, Felix walked out of my open door right in to the path of the dog. They started a chase, dragging me along. We slid down my steep front yard -me on my bum.
My neighbor came home to see me sitting on my ass, cowboy boots tucked in to sweat pants, wearing a Dead Milkman tee-shirt, hair in a pony-tail on the top of my head and one eye and the dog doing his business.
*sigh.
Follow up: The next night I was a little smarter when I went to feed Claire and pulled my door shut behind me. Yep. The door locked. It was a long, cold three block walk to the Hostel to fetch the spare set. Different sweat pants, same cowboy boots (they were close to the door) and a short-sleeved CBGB shirt streaked with flour and pink icing.
I let myself in the Hostel, found my keys and nicked a coat from the back of a door for the walk home.
*sigh
7 comments:
Hilarious visual image.
I haven't thought of the Dead Milkmen in years.
I can't say it enough, woman.
You.
Are.
HAWT.
I could just see this unfolding as I read.
Funny mental picture!
:-)
Great stuff here Nora. At least the cat wasn't the only one they call 'OL One-eye' anymore.
Too bad no one took a picture of you Nora! I know it wasn't funny...but I had to laugh!
Nora
I have met you, I like you, but I would have ran hard and fast had I seen this happen.
Ralph
Dead Milkman made me think of the Dead Kennedy's. I am glad that you are okay. Very funny story.
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