Morning's Light

I arrive home tonight and notice a toad blocking the foyer door. Fine. I step closer.  A second toad approaches the door and stares at the door. I open it a crack and he leaps toward the door..like “Let me in!!!”  We spend an entire five minutes this way….Toad #1 looks unconscious, Toad #2 staring the door down – willing it to open, and me, staring at the toads while wondering how to get inside.

I’m pondering my options:  get in my car and drive to the underground parking garage and come up inside into the foyer, thereby bypassing the whole toad/door situation altogether…. OR I could try to get the toads to move. I try to get the toads to move: I step closer…nothing.  I gently let some bark pieces land near the toads…nothing.  IF I STARE AT THE DOOR, SHE’LL LET ME IN.  LET ME IN. LET ME IN. LET ME IN. (that’s me, doing a toad voice)

As I contemplate texting Margie, the neighbor in the apartment to the left of the foyer…. a woman exits the patio door of the apartment on the right to get something from her car.  She barely glances my way as I’m taking photos of the toads but I wail, “I can’t get in!!!” and she doesn’t seem to hear me…

However, within seconds a girl opens their front door and almost opens the foyer door (which would crush the toads, I think) so I stop her…but she opens the door anyway and the toads merely hop away, shrugging, “We didn’t want to go in THERE anyway. It’s past my bedtime.  Nighty night.”

And here I drove home going, “Oohh…can’t wait to blog about my embarrassing moment tonight*.” Didn’t know drama was waiting on my front steps….literally.

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*Was talking to a boy from the youth group tonight and relayed the conversation to someone else by saying – without thinking – “I asked him about his Wii” which if you say that out loud…doesn’t sound right at all. Sounds a bit questionable.  But you wanna talk questionable? As we left the bowling alley, an Unnamed Youth Guy yelled out to the group, “Everyone take care of your own balls!”, promptly turned pink and turned away to gain composure.  Awwww, Youth Guy, we still love you!