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Get up, go potty, put a cup of water in microwave for my tea, take The Girls outside, feed the purrbies their breakfast, make the tea, sit in living room watching Today for about 30 minutes while I wake up, bring The Girls inside, go online. </div> <bR> <div>      Except today. </div> <bR> <div>      Today started out skewed. Buffy was wiggling on the bed (she knows I don't like movement on the bed!), then Billie stuck her very cold, very wet nose under the blankets and poked (she pokes like a woodpecker at a tree!) my very warm, very dry skin until, in a state of irritation, I threw back the covers, mumbling "All right, All right! I'm up! I'm up! Quit!" </div> <bR> <div>      I stumble to the bathroom and as I'm busy "draining the bucket", I glance over and see Misty climbing up on top of my wool, no less, afghan (that my Mother made!!!) and assume the position. </div> <bR> <div>      "Misty! NO!" She continues to settle into her position. I grab the only thing handy - the roll of toilet paper (purrbies and TP hanging on the wall is just asking for trouble!) - and throw it at her. Unfortunately, I'm in a position where I can only throw it left-handed, so of course, it goes wide and lands in the tub. </div> <bR> <div>      "MISTY!" I scream, "NO! NO! STOP THAT!" as Misty squeezes out the last little dribbles. By now I can finally get up - oh great! The TP is in the tub! ACK!</div> <bR> <div>      Stre-e-etch around the corner and get a new roll. Misty has started leaving the scene of the crime and heading for the bedroom door. Her speed picks up dramatically when she realizes I'm up and heading for her. </div> <bR> <div>      Out the door she scurries and I let her go... there's no way I'm gonna reach her now. Probably a very good thing, too! ;o)   I grab the bedroom door and give it a mighty slam! and turn back to get the soiled afghan. As I reach the bedroom door, I discover that I've made a serious error in just how angry I was when I slammed the door. It seems the door has blasted off the 1/4 round molding that works as a stop and the door is now firmly wedged on the nails that were holding the molding. </div> <bR> <div>      I cannot open the door. </div> <bR> <div>      I pull.</div> <bR> <div>      I tug. </div> <bR> <div>      I jerk. </div> <bR> <div>      Nope. This sucker's firmly wedged. Grrrr.... Well, this is just ducky. Trapped in my bedroom! How stupid is this?! I can't go out a window, they are too far from the ground. I would consider jumping if the danger inside warranted it, but I'm not about to risk a broken anything because I let my temper get the better of me! I start looking around the bedroom for something I can use to pry the door open. </div> <bR> <div>      Keep in mind, the dogs are going nuts by now! They're out in the kitchen waiting not so patiently for me to take them out for their morning potty break and being considerably vocal about my not doing my job! </div> <bR> <div>      And the purrbies... I can hear Corky and Amber outside the door. Corky is pawing at the door, Amber is sticking one paw under the door, both are crying. Not for any concern for me, mind you! They are only there because the door is closed! If the door were open, they'd be off doing other things and not giving me or the bedroom another thought.</div> <bR> <div>      I've got a crow bar... but who keeps a crow bar in the bedroom!? The ruler is plastic, the handle of the paper cutter is too fat, the vac attachment is plastic, the scissors... oh man! Those are my new scissors! bummer. Double bummer! Well, it's all I've got in here to do the job, so I give it a shot. Not gonna happen. The door is more than half way through the jam (I was really angry!) and the scissors just aren't long enough. There's nothing else in the bedroom I can use to free up this door. </div> <bR> <div>      :::Sigh::: </div> <bR> <div>      Call my friend up the road and tell her my bedroom door is stuck and I can't get out of the room. I really did not want to tell her it was my fault, but she wanted to know how that happened, so with a huge sigh, I sat on the bed and explained the events. "Lisa, stop laughing." She stops long enough to tell her hubby he's got to go to my house and rescue me, then breaks out in another fit of laughing. </div> <bR> <div>      Ten minutes later Terry & Lisa are standing outside my bedroom door laughing their butts off! Seems like the molding broke into a bunch of pieces and was all over the place. In front of the door were three purrbies (you know Misty was in a hidey hole!) and two fur kids (defending their mistress, I'd like to believe -but more likely wondering when I was gonna come out of the bedroom, do the potty break!) </div> <bR> <div>      It only took a firm slap of his hand on the door to dislodge it from the outside and the door still works. Of course there can't be any more door slamming -at least until I get the molding replaced <g>. </div> <bR> <div>      Boy! I hate it when the day starts out like that!</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>  <img src="HTMLobj-970/aniGif.gif" border="0" align="bottom" width="112" height="128">  </div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>