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.

Uh-oh.

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.