Bells and Whistles

So here we go a'blogging, a'blogging we go!

Thought that since I really don't have much to do every day (LOL) that I would just spend a bit of time at the keyboard and jot down the things that amuse me.    But, I worried I wouldn't have anything to talk about.

 And, then my day started:

Jillian comes into my bathroom as I'm showering and tells me the alarm is going off.  Seems my sweet, little, helpful daughter has let the dogs out the front door to go potty and I hadn't turned the alarm off from last night. 

Crap! I jump out of the shower - run through the house buck naked - slip on the wood - feet go straight out from under me - back of head slams on the floor - I slide into the antique buffet, coherent enough to steer clear of the curved, beveled glass - get up and punch in the "super secret" Bat Code alarm numbers to turn the darn thing off. 

Jillian has gone into the other room crying because she thinks she is in trouble.  Sloan is sound asleep, clueless as to the situation.  The dogs are still outside.

I open the front door to let the dogs in and a blizzard blows in - remember, I have no clothes on!!

My cell phone is ringing, and I'll be damned if I am going to run anymore in the house to try and answer it!!!

I hobble to my phone.  It's Ken.  He wants to know why the alarm company has called - they "detected motion at the front door".  Really - they didn't notice the smack of my head against the floor, the crying of a child, and the cursing of a mother??????

Ken tells the alarm company NOT to send the police because I think somewhere in the depths of his mind, he knew that something like this was going on.  And, I'm pretty darn sure he was laughing his butt off!