After a long day at work, all I wanted was to sit back, put my feet up, and enjoy a glass of wine before my husband and kids arrived home. I had just settled back in my chair when I heard a crash upstairs.There you go, write the next paragraph!
We have a winner!!! (11/06/09)
"Great," I thought, getting up to attend to the situation, "Pickles must have fallen off the bed again. That damn crippled old dog can't see the nose attached to his face." But as I turned toward the staircase, I saw Pickles lying contentedly on the top step, which meant it wasn't him who had caused the loud crash...
Congratulations to: Tabitha
Methodology of Selection: I'm a big fan of blaming things on the pets. And finding them snoozing away instead of knocking around upstairs frightens me.
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I was hesitant to jump up and investigate but when I saw one of our cats come flying down the stairs, I knew something was amiss. I was surprised to find myself more irritated than concerned that there might be an intruder in my home. Grabbing my wine glass and the strategically loose spindle from the 3rd step of the creaky handrail, I headed upstairs.
This scared me because no one was home other than me and we have no pets. I debated; do I just sit here and enjoy my wine? Or do I go up and investigate? Seconds ticked by as I considered my options. Then with trepidation, I got up and headed towards the staircase.
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"Great," I thought, getting up to attend to the situation, "Pickles must have fallen off the bed again. That damn crippled old dog can't see the nose attached to his face." But as I turned toward the staircase, I saw Pickles lying contentedly on the top step, which meant it wasn't him who had caused the loud crash...
Burglar? Maybe. It was probably just that stupid squirrel that kept finding it's way into our house. I wasn't in the mood to clean rodent crap off the carpet, so I took my wine and headed back out the door. The neighbors should never have given me their spare key when they went on vacation.
My first inclination was to think, "Oh dear, I hope old Mrs. Brindle is okay." Immediately I caught myself. Mrs. Brindle was not okay; as of last Monday, she was in a grave at the Methodist church. And the landlord had assured me no one would be moving into her apartment for another week.
My first thought was to wait for my husband to come home. I mean why else would I keep him around if not to investigate loud crashes? But I decided in all fairness I should be an adult. I started up the steps, but at the top a large dark shape appeared. It made me reevaluate the situation.
I jumped and my heart started pounding. Had I remembered to lock the windows up there? I didn't know. As I stood there thinking of what to do next I heard creaking, as though someone was walking on the floor above me. I tore my cell phone from my pocket and dialed 911.
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