It was a snowy, cold November day. I had just finished running errands and cleaning house. I snuggled in my blanket to watch the BYU game. I was minding my own business, when the door that leads to my garage started cracking open. It didn't stay open, it just cracked. Sometimes the other doors in the house magically shut. I think it might be Kevin's ghost or maybe just the AC/heater. :) Anyway, that is what I thought was making the door move, so I thought nothing of it. I continued to watch the BYU game. But that door issue got a lot worse. The door was being pushed open, there was no doubt about it. I saw this happening, but my roommate was oblivious to it all. She just sat there watching the game. I started to think that I must be imagining things, but that was not the case. I was freaking out. My mind told me to just stay curled up in my nice, warm blanket and let some crazy person or ghost or whatever it was pushing the door open just come and take me away. But my body jumped off the couch and ran to the door. I quickly locked the door and stood by it. Heather looked at me with a look that said, "what the heck are you doing crazy person?!" She thinks that a lot. I told her there was someone or something outside in the garage trying to get in. I ran back to the couch and sat there in fear. We didn't know what to do. There wasn't any noise coming from the garage. I told Heather I would grab the broom and she said she would grab my phone. What was I thinking? A broom? Yep, I was going to beat whatever was out there with a broom. At least one of us was thinking rationally. Heather bravely got off the couch and walked toward the door. I stood behind the door with the broom in hand, ready to ward off this ghost. She slowly turned the lock, twisted the knob, threw the door open and ran away from the door. There stood...a little black cat! Seriously, a little black cat. It was pawing at the door.
I actually did shew the cat out with the broom-glad I grabbed that broom. I should have known. My garage attracts all kinds of crazy animals, especially this particular black cat. If only those animals knew how much I don't want a pet!
This little story has had me chuckling to myself off and on for the past 2 days. You had to be there, but it is pretty funny-two grown women afraid of a little black cat!
I was lucky and got to have a few sleepovers with some of the cutest kids on the planet!
The Blake kids and I went to the park and made some yummy cookies.
I also went to Las Vegas to attend a conference for work.
