At about 9:30, the doorbell rings continuously. I wasn't quite asleep but it was pretty late and the dogs went apesh*t so I couldn't exactly ignore it. I was sleeping in the buff, so I put on my hot pink betty boop cotton robe, in bare feet stomp to the front door. It's my tenant's ex-wife who is locked out of the home (they have a complicated life). I could refuse to let her in but I'm tired and grumpy and don't want to argue. I know the tenant does have her stay there. I search thru the assortment of keys by dumping the little basket of them we have onto the kitchen table, find the one barely marked, stomp over in my bare feet and hot pink robe (and nothing else) to the other half of the duplex (the neighbor are outside sitting on chairs drinking beer, lovely) unlock the door, slam my door, try and quiet the dogs and stop my adrenaline and get back to sleep.
So Joe comes home at 1ish, having stopped for beer, and starts questioning me why the keys are all over the table, I explain he says why don't I just let the doorbell ring and say f*ck them? Yeah, sit there and listen to the damn loud bell ring again and again and the dogs go ape sh*t at 9:30 pm at nite when I get up at 6 am and I know damn well I will be having this conversation at 1:30am with him ANYWAY!!!!
So.........I'm not in the best mood today, even though I was in a lovely one reading a great book when I went to bed last nite