Friday, January 15, 2010

The one where she gets caught wearing pajamas in public. . .

Did I tell you my parents recently moved from the house they'd lived in for nearly 30 years? To a cute little house in a new neighborhood?

Okay, so it was two years ago, but when you're separated by nearly 2,000 miles, it seems like a recent move.

My aunt moved too—into a cute little house down the street. She has a Wii. So my first morning in KY, I dutifully trek down to my aunt's house to do my Wii Fit. Yay, me.

But I forgot to bring workout clothes so I just threw my coat on over top of my pajamas. What's the big deal, right? It's a long red & white striped t-shirt and gray & white striped pj pants. They don't really match but they cover all the important stuff. No problem-o.

My aunt was home when I got there but then she left to run errands. When I finished my workout, I stepped out onto the front porch, making sure her door was locked tight behind me. And then—

Then I realized I didn't remember which house my parents lived in. Their street is made up of LOTS of cute little houses that all look pretty much the same. I hadn't counted the houses on the way to my aunt's house because I didn't need to. She had a snowman and a cat statue in her front yard. It was easy to find. But my parents have. . .nothing in their yard to set it apart from the others.


No cell phone. No way back into my aunt's house. No idea which house to go to.

And to make matters worse, I was concentrating on that dilemna so hard that I failed to notice the patch of ice in front of me.

Step. Swoosh. Splat!

So here I am, this crazy lady, in her pajamas, limping from house to house, trying to figure out where I belonged. I narrowed it down to two houses—one had white trim and the other had cream trim. I felt reasonably sure it was one or the other.

Eenie, meenie, minee, moe. . .

Just as I raised my hand to knock on the white-trimmed house, I heard a dog barking inside. Definitely not the right place. I hobbled away as fast as I could, hoping no one had seen me trying to peek through the little window by the door.

I stood on the doorstep of the cream-trimmed house, crossed my fingers, took a deep breath and knocked. I could see an awkward situation looming if I'd guessed wrong again.

I don't think I've ever been more happy to see my mom's smiling face! And before I leave? I'm buying them a garden gnome to put in their yard.

Now playing on my iPod: Don't Worry Bout a Thing by SheDaisy

1 comment:

Cindy (C.L.) Beck said...

Great story ... although maybe not as enjoyable for you, experiencing it, as it was for me, reading about it.