Life Just Is... 15
I finally broke down and got myself a home security system. I mean with all those reports of break-ins (especially by those damn bushes), you just can't be too sure.
There was a guy just up the street (not the one who got DUI, the guy next to him in the blue house. you know, the one with the green window panes). He came home from a movie to find a tree growing in his hallway. Luckily, 911 got there quickly and the suspect tree was hauled away. But what if the police hadn't been in the area? What if that tree had a weapon?
That's why I got a security system.
But now I've got a problem. My door's alarmed half the time. I mean, the poor thing just runs around the house, scared out of its mind (not to hard to do, mind you, its dumber than a door nail).
I don't know how many times I've been late this week alone because I've had to stay at home and comfort the door.
You ever try comforting a door? No wonder there are few door psychologists. I finally found one in the book. We've got an appointment next Tuesday. I really hope he can help, since I've kind of grown to like my door and would hate to divorce it. But there's only so much I can take.
I just hope the house will be ok while the door and I are gone.