brrring ... brrring ... (or maybe it's more like, "bzzz ... bzzz ... " since my phone is on vibrate.)
"hi, becky."
"i'm trapped in your backyard."
"what?"
"i'm trapped in your backyard."
" !! what? !! "
"so i went out to the backyard to pick some oranges, and pat poked her head out the back door to say that she was going over to the neighbor's house for a bit. and as she walked away, she pushed the door a little too much and it closed and locked --"
"you're kidding."
"no. and i checked -- both side gates are locked and they are surprisingly difficult to try to climb over. and you two are very good at making sure none of your windows can be opened from the outside."
"you're kidding."
"no."
"you want me to come home and open the door for you?"
"well, does pat have a cell phone?"
"she does, but she never carries it around with her."
"well, which neighbor did she go to? maybe i could hop the fence into their yard."
"umm, probably the one closer to the school, on the side where the trash cans are ... do you want me to come home and open the door to let you in?"
"would that be okay?"
"yeah, i could be there in 10 minutes. i can have lunch while i am there -- just take an early lunch."
"do you mind ... ?"
"i'll be there in 10 minutes."
"okay. thanks."
"see you in a bit."
4 comments:
That is so funny! I guess it's a good deterrent for burglars if you can't get out of your backyard, maybe it's hard to get in too.
why was she in your backyard to begin with?
yeah, i guess that even if burglars do get into the backyard, they would be stuck there ... so we'd catch them ... and have them arrested. that works.
becky was in the backyard picking oranges off our tree. she came over to use the shower because the hot water at her new place isn't quite working still.
Hilarious! I love the idea of the blog. Ha!
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