Monday, January 11, 2010

Reeee-reeee-reeee.



I had my evening all planned out.  After Mike left for his hockey game, I was going to whip up a tin of banana muffins, enjoy a beer and work on my next post.  I was in the bedroom, checking my email when I heard it.  Not a polite, neighborly knock.  But a loud pounding on the door.  I waited a few minutes.  Then I heard it again.  BOOM-BOOM-BOOM.

The time:  9:30 pm.  Isn't that a little late to be soliciting?

I panicked and grabbed one of the cats for protection (who then wiggled out of my arms and started batting at an old crumpled receipt on the floor.  Awesome.)  I sat on the floor near the bed and silently prayed that crazy knocker man would go away.  Whoever was on the other side of that door didn't want to borrow a cup of sugar.  They wanted to borrow a cup...OF MY BLOOD.

Too dramatic?

Needless to say, I'm scared out of my mind and have decided to put tonight's baking project on hold.  Our kitchen has windows on two sides and I feel far too vulnerable in there this late at night.  I did manage to put on my black hoody (hood up, of course), turn off the lights and army-crawl to the kitchen to get a beer (New Belgium 1554 - a Belgian dark ale, in case you're interested) but other than that, I'm staying put here in the bedroom.  Sorry folks.

2 comments:

  1. From fears to "cheers". What a relief. Nice. (Damn Jehov-, er, I mean, well-meaning people pimping those skinny little magazines and ruining our culinary fun.)

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  2. "HEY IS THIS YOUR CAR?? DID YOU PARK HERE? YOU LEFT YOUR HEADLIGHTS ON!!! HELLOOOOOOO? ANYONE HOME?

    YOU LEFT YOUR HEADLIGHTS ONNNNN!!!!!"











    Ah, fuck it.

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