Thursday, May 29, 2008

How many times do I have to tell you?

So I says to the guy, I says, 'If you leave the house in the next two minutes, don't lock me out. I'm just running upstairs and I haven't got my keys.'

'Hrablweg?' he says, through a mouthful of toothpaste.

'I said, I'm leaving for a minute, don't lock me out. I'm just going upstairs.'

Hwwwwwwack-pat! 'Sorry, what?'

'I'm running upstairs to bring them a book. I'll only be gone a minute. If you leave while I'm gone, don't lock me out.'


I run upstairs. I drop off the book that my book club is passing around because we're all too scattered to buy our own copy. I run downstairs just in time to wave goodbye to Joel as he drives away.

Having locked me out.


Hannah said...

Hey Raych - thanks for checking in on my blog! :) I love reading yours and I'm so jealous of your fabulous writing and story telling style. Did I miss where you will be heading for the Mr.'s med school? Congrats to the future doctor!

Anonymous said...

Ohhhh I get it.
She isn't blogging because she's still locked out of her house.

Someone get her a key already!