Housebound.

I know I exaggerate sometimes, but I was literally trapped in my house this morning. The doorknob lock on my front door reacts badly to cold, and I couldn't unlock myself to go out and shovel. So I needed to head out the back instead. But that door was frozen shut. I couldn't pull it open for the life of me. I kept walking back and forth between the doors and wondering which window I should escape out of if one of the cats started a fire before I'd figured things out. I kept trying both, pounding and kicking the edges of the back door, and breathing hot air on the front doorknob. I was about to get out the blowdryer when my assault on the back door grew to a level panicky enough to actually get it to budge.

So I busted my way out the back, tromped around the front to get the shovel and spray some WD-40 in the lock, and cleared away the snow. But only as far as the driveway, because Plow Guy is coming today. He could have been there already for all I know. I have butterflies at the prospect of sliding into a clear driveway upon my return. And I'll pull up with clean teeth. How could the evening be better?

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[Poodle]

Hey Sweet! We got our teeth cleaned on the same day! My appt was at 4:15pm. I love my dental hygienist. She talks & talks and remembers what I said the last time I saw her which was in 2007, over a year ago. Bizarre, but nice.