4-24-10...THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
I debated with myself about whether I was going to tell this. No, I'll look stupid, and yes What the heck if I do. Well I'm here so heck must have won out.
The storms last night were really bad. I like storms, don't mind them a bit but I'd rather they come in the day so I can see them.
I was startled out of a good sleep about 3:30 AM this morning. It was coming a rip roarin toad strangler of a storm. The wind was blowing really hard and rain was coming down in sheets. Now I would have just gone on back to sleep but I heard a big commotion in the carport. Banging around something awful. Then someone started pounding on the door.
I jumped out of bed in a hurry because I figured someone needed help or was coming to tell me a tornado was coming. Don was snoring like a freight train but I tried hollering at him anyway which was useless..
I stumbled around and found my flashlight, which is always on my nightstand and off I went. I can't run anymore but sometimes I can walk fast so I was walking fast. I saw that the motion light was on and I saw someone standing all slumped over in the door. Oh my goodness someone is hurt I thought. I liked to have never got the door open. The wind was blowing against it and I discovered that whoever was there was leaning on it. “You need to move so I can open the door”, I hollered. I kept pushing and he wouldn't move over. Finally he kind of fell over to the side enough for me to open the door. When it was finally open I smacked head on with that durn sucker and we both fell backward in to the room with him on top. Oh My Gosh!! I was screaming, fighting, and scratching for all I was worth. I had dropped my flashlight and the power was off so I didn't have a light to see. I said, “Well Lord this is it unless you go wake Don up I'm a goner because this sucker has me penned down”. I was crying and slobbering like an old screech owl caught in a trap. Finally I noticed that this thing on me wasn't moving a bit. In fact I reached and put my hand where his face was but there was no face, he had it covered with what felt like a tow sack. Well Crap, He must be passed out or something. I had calmed down a little bit by then and started thinking more clear. Instead of fighting I just moved over as much as I could and tried to scooch my way out from under him. In a few scooches I was free and reached to my side for my big ol' flashlight. I got up on my knees and just flailed the heck outta him. The flashlight came on and I could finally see my attacker.
Now here is the hardest part to tell. TEE HEE I had a area rug rolled up sitting beside the door that I was gonna ask the trash man to pick up. It had fallen over in all the wind and was against the storm door. I pushed on the door and it went back just enough for me to get the door part way open. Oh Good Grief, How stupid!!! I had been fighting with a rug for heaven's sake. Don had laid there snug in his bed snoring all the time so I don't have to tell him. I wasn't intending to tell a soul, nary a person was gonna know. I was embarrassed as all get out last night but today the more I thought about it the madder I got. If it had really been some ax murderer or something Don would not have been a speck of help now would he. I'd almost tell him the story just so I could give him a piece of my mind, WELLL--- Almost but I'm not quiet that stupid yet. NOPE!!!
