Ugh.  I got into trouble yesterday.  And as a result?  I didn’t get to go outside.

AH was hauling wood inside and taking it upstairs to the woodstove.  And as always, I stand ready by the door in case he needs help.  Or slips up a bit.  Well, it was the last load, he had both arms full and he left the door open just a little too long for my liking.  Well, not really.  He left it open long enough just for my liking.  And in a split second, I was out.  In less than a split second, the wood was dropped and he was hot on my trail.

I don’t know what startled me more - the sound of all that wood crashing to the deck, or AH telling me to freeze.

Now, when I’m in trouble like this … I have two choices:  Freeze or take off running.  I’ve taken off running before.  Once.  And it wasn’t worth it.  So, I froze.  Squatted down on the deck, hunched over and waited for the inevitable.  No, no.  He doesn’t hit me, swat me or anything like that.  But I did get picked up.  And surely wasn’t cuddle time.  Back inside I went and was told - in no uncertain terms - that any outside time I may have had coming was gone.  Fffft.

Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking.  I could’ve waited another five minutes and had plenty of outside time.  Instead, I got stupid.  Feh.

So, that was my day.  Today will be better.  I hope.

The Wumpus