I was late to work this morning.
And no, it wasn't because of the margaritas last night.
It was because of a raccoon.
I woke up in the middle of the night and my clock beside my bed was blank. Power was off. Huh. Maybe I'm just dreaming.....
I hear Jessica (who uses her cell phone as an alarm) up and about and figure, okay, it's about 6:30am. My clock, however, says something like 2am. I'm very confused.
Go back to sleep.
Awakened by our favorite upstairs neighbor who has apparently gotten permission to install a basketball court in her bedroom. She's musical AND athletic!
I turn on the radio to hear Marty say it's time for the 7:20 funny. So it's 7:20am.
Crap.
All in all, only 20 minutes late. Not as bad as it could have been. Maybe I should actually thank Esther?
3 comments:
Friggin' raccoons and their kamikaze plots to make all of Ballard late for work...
Poor raccoon!
Dee
No, Dee! That's just what they WANT you to think! Give 'em an inch and they take a power station.
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