Boy, was I flying!
Yesterday, a man said he'd be here at 9 o'clock to pick up a kerosene heater we were selling.
Today, I forgot.
This morning (I woke up late after a long evening and rough night), while sitting at the computer to leisurely check up on email posts, the driveway alarm went off!
My mind: Don't worry; it's just someone turning around.
My eyes: SHOOT! That man! That man's here for the heater! SHOOT!
Still in my jammies with only the amount of time it takes to drive the length of the driveway, I shot up out of that rolling chair. I SCOOTED!
Up I ran, double stepped up the stairs, and ripped out my braid out as I went.
Ran through the den, hit the light switch to our bedroom, stripped as I quick-stepped.
Grabbed undergarments, scanned the closet for easily donned blue blouse while I put on the undergarments,
Threw blue blouse over my head.
Pulled white capri pants up.
Grabbed hair for more unbraiding.
Turned down light switch.
While running back through den adjusted all clothing.
Zipped up pants, breezed down the stairs,looked out the window, “Shew, that man still hasn't gotten out of his car.”
Zoomed to the bathroom.
Grabbed brush and ran it through top of hair, not the ends "keep your back turned to him".
Returned to the window.
Yep, there he is, testing the heater.
Take mental inventory from head to toe, shoot, feet are bare. Oh well, can't hunt shoes now!
"Smiles, everyone, smiles!" as Mr. Roarke of Fantasy Island would say.
Yesterday, a man said he'd be here at 9 o'clock to pick up a kerosene heater we were selling.
Today, I forgot.
This morning (I woke up late after a long evening and rough night), while sitting at the computer to leisurely check up on email posts, the driveway alarm went off!
My mind: Don't worry; it's just someone turning around.
My eyes: SHOOT! That man! That man's here for the heater! SHOOT!
Still in my jammies with only the amount of time it takes to drive the length of the driveway, I shot up out of that rolling chair. I SCOOTED!
Up I ran, double stepped up the stairs, and ripped out my braid out as I went.
Ran through the den, hit the light switch to our bedroom, stripped as I quick-stepped.
Grabbed undergarments, scanned the closet for easily donned blue blouse while I put on the undergarments,
Threw blue blouse over my head.
Pulled white capri pants up.
Grabbed hair for more unbraiding.
Turned down light switch.
While running back through den adjusted all clothing.
Zipped up pants, breezed down the stairs,looked out the window, “Shew, that man still hasn't gotten out of his car.”
Zoomed to the bathroom.
Grabbed brush and ran it through top of hair, not the ends "keep your back turned to him".
Returned to the window.
Yep, there he is, testing the heater.
Take mental inventory from head to toe, shoot, feet are bare. Oh well, can't hunt shoes now!
"Smiles, everyone, smiles!" as Mr. Roarke of Fantasy Island would say.
"Hello Mr. Scott, you're early!"
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