And I’m just a basket case.
Yesterday something really cute happened while I was in the shower. Captured your attention? Not so fast, creeps. Clark was being rambunctious, but since I am gainfully employed and need to keep up a certain level of hygiene, I didn’t really have the time to make sure he didn’t get into mischief. I essentially locked him in the bathroom with me while I showered. Maybe I’m the creep.
I’m too lazy to delete this post, so we may as well proceed.
At some point, I noticed Clark was being awfully quiet. He was nowhere to be seen from the shower. He had crawled up and into the basket of warm, clean towels next to the shower and was sound asleep. He snoozed just long enough for me to capture a picture on my malfunctioning BlackBerry, which I will post as soon as this thing is working again.
Update: Here he is! (Excuse the awful picture quality.)
I’ll temper your jealousy of our adorable dog with this: He peed on the Christmas tree. Feel better? Speaking of baskets and Christmas, how many of you asked Santa for this flower makin’ basket in 1987?
OK. Back to real life. Something less cute happened within an hour of showering. I left the condo without my keys (house/car/office) and there was no one available to let me back into the building. Nick had left at the same time, so I chased after him, down into the city’s underbelly (more specifically: the T station outside our door), hoping to catch him before he boarded the train.
It was like an action movie, but with better accessories and real Boston accents, not Matt Damon ones.
When he reached the turnstile just steps a head of me, and descended down to the platform, I gave up. And then I said to myself, “I need his keys…” apparently loudly enough to be overheard by the four Massachusetts State Police officers doing random screenings. Do the State Police have a motto? If not, it should probably be something about always having a Charlie Card at the ready. One officer swiped me through the turnstile and encouraged me to run like the wind. I reached Nick as he was half in the train, and probably scared the daylights out of him.
When I climbed back up the stairs, out of breath, but with Nick’s keys in hand, I was met with cheers… and a playful request for Dunkin’ Donuts. I thought about offering my smoothie, but I was really hungry. Nevertheless, thank you, officers! Your help today almost made me forget about the moving violation I was issued last week… almost.
Don’t you just love how nice everyone is this time of year?
Also On Tap for Today:
- I never, ever get tired of Kittens, Inspired by… Kittens!
- A bit more Christmas elf-ing… I’ve got chocolate to melt and pour onto things!
- Run out of moisturizer just in time to start my new Yahoo! Shine Beauty Guru review: Kiehl’s Ultra Facial Cream
Did a stranger help you out today?
Comments (6)
Jessica @ Dairy Free Betty
December 18, 2009 at 6:36 pm
aaaaaahaha.. this post made me laugh out loud!! I can’t believe Clark peed on the tree!! I have actually considered Lance might do that too!! God help us if he does, that little nut pees in 10 min intervals! ha..
Also, I lock him in the bathroom with me too… too much mischief to be had. I guess we are both creepers!
I haven’t done anything nice for anyone today (yet)! But the other day I paid for someones coffee in a drive thru… gotta love when you do something nice for someone and in return makes you feel amazing!! 🙂
Have a great day,
Jessica
Jaime
December 19, 2009 at 3:01 pm
OMG that is an awesome story!! Not awesome that you had to run down the street like a mad woman, but awesome that someone stepped up and helped you out!!!
Dying to see the cute Clark picture!!!
Daria
December 21, 2009 at 8:52 am
Count me in on the creep factor! I have two Bassets that will get into *some* sort of trouble if they are not within my view, or aren’t sleeping. This means that they have been in the bathroom with me on more than a few occasions…
Though they have yet to pee on our Christmas tree. =)
I’m glad you got your keys! I haven’t been home to Boston since Thanksgiving 2008, but I know how the Staties can be and to hear a nice story like that makes me smile.
Merry Christmas!
Infertile Mind
December 22, 2009 at 2:17 am
Great story, I’m out of breath (from laughing) just reading it! And our dog loves to sit in the bathroom while we shower so I find this to be perfectly normal.
Your dog is adorable, by the way! and Merry Christmas!
TwinToddlersDad
December 22, 2009 at 11:49 am
Found your blog via ICLW.
What an interesting story! You should consider re-enacting the scenes for a home movie!
Enjoy the Holidays.
manda peel
December 22, 2009 at 1:18 pm
It’s so funny that you found a picture of The Flower Making Basket – I definetely had that! Also, I made a post today about being old and I was reminiscing about stuff like those see-thru, neon, light up corded phones and lazer disc! Great post, I loved!