Yep. It’s Monday. Let me share a funny story – a true story. In fact I got to experience it this morning. Yesterday was our “Opa Sunday”. Once a month or so we have Bob’s dad and My Dad and Stepmom over for lunch. This way the kids get to hear the stories of what life was like when they grew up. Kind of a family tradition thing. Between Bob and I we have 6 kids – some are grown and out on their own. Yesterday we had 3 of the 6 here. Lots of laughs, burgers, a bottle of wine, and My dad brings his own beer. And they each bring their dogs. So we have 3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 bunnies and all of us. Usually we start with cheese and crackers. Yesterday’s menu was hot dogs and burgers. And all the dogs fight for treats – all day. Good times, good stories, good company. It was a fun day, doggies and all.
So about four in the morning our dog Emmy starts barking her head off. And then we hear a knock on the door. My husband comes downstairs and then comes back upstairs and says, “Hey, there is someone outside on a cell phone.” He puts a shirt on and I race downstairs. Now we have teenagers at home, so I’m thinking, “Oh man, what kid is here now?” and “What kid of mine is outside talking outside on the phone at 4 AM?” Yep Ms D. is pumped.
My first stop was each of the kids room. I turn on the lights and yell, “Who is outside and who are you talking to?” Both are in bed asleep. I get the ‘”huh?” as they sit up in bed dazed. Ok, they are safe so I am off to the front door.
So I run into the kitchen, keep in mind I am still in my pj’s and I am barefoot. And then I feel it – something warm and squishy in between my toes. “S#*t!” I say out loud. I can’t believe I stepped in that! Then I almost trip over the dog trying to get to the door. I open the door wide enough to get myself outside and push the dog back so she doesn’t bite whoever this is. There is a man on our porch, probably about 50 holding a box. Not looking good here.
My response – ok, not the most Christian thing to say, but keep in mind I am not awake and I have dog poop in between my toes! “Who in the f*^k are you?” His eyes get real big. “Uh, Uh, I have a package for Rasmussen – a delivery.” I turn myself around, realizing for the first time I am outside talking to a stranger in my pj’s with dog poop in between my toes. I turn around, and don’t say a word. I open the door, kick the dog back (yes, with that foot) and by that time Bob is downstairs and I say, “Hey, your freaking part is here for the job today.” He goes outside and gets the part from the dude. I think I scared the crap out of him, and the dog, lol!
Happy Monday!
