Monday, January 11, 2010
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.
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.