I’m feeling a little bad that so far most of my blog every day for the month of November (or NaBloPoMo as BlogHer likes to call it) has been kinda gloomy. I mean, no one wants to come here every day for a month and listen to me whine….oh, my shoulder…oh, I’m fucking exhausted…oh, I can’t feel my fingers or toes…blah blah blah.
All of this thinking about how you really don’t want to listen to me whine again today gave me the idea to grab a funnier post from way back when and enjoy a little Throw Back Thursday with you! Here’s a link to the original post: OMGWTFBBQ!
BUT, if you’re like me (and you probably are because we’re BFFs) then you might be feeling a little to lazy to click the link. I copied and pasted it right here, just for you¹!
January 24, 2011 – OMGWTFBBQ!
Late Saturday night Nathan and I were sitting on the couch enjoying each others company (no…not that kind of ‘enjoyment’) and all of a sudden Bailey the Bendy Dog perks her ears. We giggle at her and watch her make her way to the foyer of our split level house.
Bailey is what we call a Labarotsky (she’s supposedly half Lab, one quarter Rottweiler, and one quarter Husky). She begins to use her rottweiler voice, making a weird half growl, half bark. Again we laugh at her and say, in a sing-song voice, things like “Oh Bailey, what’s got you all freaked out?”
Then we hear our front door open. And I think, “What the fuck is my sister doing here?!?” (Because who on earth would come into my house without knocking at 1:30 in the morning, right?)
And Bailey starts to bark much more aggressively.
Nathan and I get up to say “Hi!” (Okay, I get up to say, “Hi!” and Nathan gets up to see what the fuck is going on.)
And I’m in shock because it’s not my sister.
Nathan instantly turns into his Super Hero form, known as Natron5000. He leaps down the stairs and confronts some young man standing in our entryway holding a black backpack and a sleeping bag. Nathan screams at the young man, “What the fuck are you doing here!?!?”
The young man is scared….he mumbles, “Sorry…..I….um…they said to come over….oh…I’m in the wrong house……sorry.” The young man leaves.
I stand at the top of the stairs thinking it’s funny that the pizza man delivered to the wrong house….slowly I realize the young man wasn’t the pizza man because that was a black backpack he was holding, not a pizza bag *and* pizza men don’t just walk into your house without you letting them in.
Bailey The Bendy and Attack Dog has been on high alert since then.
Me? I’m locking the door from now on so the ‘pizza man’ can’t make the same mistake twice.
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