Bathroom Kitty

Well, the fun around here never stops....

Last night, J and I were going through some stuff and one item is this fish tank that I got from my friend D that we have never had fish in but would like finally set up. So I suggested that J take it to the bathtub and put some water in it to make sure it was still water tight as it has been moved a lot over the years and has not been tested....

I should mention that he chose to carry it to the closest bathroom to the family room, which is the hall/guest bathroom....this is the bathroom that we have practically dimantled because we are going to paint it. There is a very large mirror that goes above sink that we have been moving around a lot to keep it from being broken during the delivery of our furniture. At the time, it was in the bathroom leaning on the vanity.

So back to the timeline, J checks out the tank in the tub, seems to be okay. He cleans it up some, lets it drain and brings it back to the family room. He doesn't close the bathroom door because his hands are full of tank.

Unfortunately, I have already learned the hard way that you can not leave doors open to rooms that you don't want our cat in, because there is some kind of "unexplored" magnet that attracts her only to those spaces. This bathrooom is one of those spaces....

Needless to say, a few minutes later, while we are waiting for the next commercial in our program on TV so we could get back to work, we hear this loud crashing sound from the other room. I look at J and say "What was that?". He says, "I think it was the mirror". Now fortunately the crashing sound was not accompanied by a glass breaking sound but we did hear some thumping so after a thorough search of the house, we concluded that the thumping must be the cat.

We were correct. Unfortunately, when the mirror fell, it lodged against the door in such a way, that we could not open it to rescue her or the mirror....it would not even open enough for us to stick a screwdriver in the gap....

I started to talk to the idiot cat on the other side of the door to assure myself that she was not dead or pinned underneath a 25 pound mirror, and determined that she was not. J could not control the fits of laughter at our predicament. We both considered leaving her in there for the night to teach her a lesson but realized that we would end up with the "shitty" end of the stick if we did that...

To make a rather long uneventful solution short, we ended up having to use a pry bar to remove some of the door casing so we could slide a spatula in to lift the mirror enough to get our hands in there and support it. Fortunately the mirror didn't damage the door much ( a few small dings that we can paint)...unfortunately, our removal of the casing did damage the door as it was a prehung door and the casing is pretty much permanently attached. I am not sure how we are planning to fix it so it looks nice again, but I guess with this level of excitement around the house, we don't have to worry about not having enough to do.....

Painting that room and getting it set up like it is supposed to be is now higher on the priority list than before (right behind, killing the cat)....perhaps I will have it done sometime in the next few months....ha ha. No, it really is right behind unpacking, getting my livingroom furniture, and doing Christmas.....so it should be anytime now...

It is twenty degrees out this morning (clear and cold) so I am making sure to double check the doorknobs, I would be a popsicle in a few minutes if I got locked out today...

Locked Out

One of the things about our house that I have not gotten used to yet is the fact that the doors to the outside are like hotel doors. They feel unlocked from the inside but might be locked from the outside. We had just talked about this the other day, when the next morning, in my quest to move my empty trash can back from the curb, I locked myself out of my house....

Since we had just talked about it and the possibility of leaving a key outside, I was ready to shoot myself for not having already done so...

Now, fortunately, I was fully dressed and even had a fleece on because it was a bit chilly in the house as well. Unfortunately I was only in slippers since we don't wear shoes in the house....

I went around the entire house which we had locked up like a bug in a rug....no getting in anywhere, but all was not lost because J had worked during the night and I was expecting him home any minute. So I really just needed to find something to do for a while so I would not count the seconds to his arrival and continue looking suspicious on my porch.....

So I decided to work my way around the yard, removing long pine needles from our bushes to make them look nicer and in preparation for possible Christmas light application. Did I mention that almost every bush in our yard is a holly bush???? Needless to say, by the time I finished, I had scratches and pokes all over my hands and upper body from reaching for the pieces in the middle.

Now you might be saying, hmmm....why doesn't she 1. call a locksmith, 2. call J, or 3. at least hang out at a neighbors for the time being???? All good questions but I have answers for all. Firstly, I thought J was going to be home at any minute so I figured if I called a locksmith, they would show up just as J did....next, I didn't call J or the locksmith because I didn't have a phone handy and I was in slippers, which leaves us with option 3, which is negated by the first two reasons I didn't do options 1 and 2. I couldn't possibly introduce myself to my only neighbor (that is right, we only have one neighbor on our circle street of only 5 houses or so) in my slippers, admitting that I locked myself out of the house. How stupid would that look???

So I continued on my pine needle extraction project in hopes that not watching the road would make J come home faster....it didn't. He didn't get home for almost 3 hours....I finally finished in the yard, could not think of anything else I could do that wouldn't be weirder looking than doing yard work in my slippers, so climbed into the back of our truck (we have a canopy) and laid down on some of the flattened cardboard ready for a trip to the recycle center, and tried to nap. By this time I was getting very hungry and was just thankful that I didn't have a teapot on the stove.

After being in the truck for a little bit, J drove up. I climbed out without him noticing and could have kept the entire torrid story to myself, but figured he needed a laugh and I needed a way to explain the lovely bushes up front when I was supposed to be deligently unpacking.....