I guess time just gets away from me sometimes. Either that, or I'm startin' to forget stuff and then remembering it at crucial moments. Still have that Army issue internal alarm clock, so there's really no excuse for being behind the 8 ball, but this morning.........I was.
Evidently I have become accustomed to working off Redstone Arsenal, which means I've placed those long lines to get on the installation in my distant memory. Well, it dawned on me this morning, and although I made it to where I needed to be on time, I did so by the skin of my teeth. The events leading to it are interesting tho', at least to me.
So, I had to be on Redstone Arsenal by 0800, and I figured this out at 0655 as I'm finishing my "S" chores. I still had to run by my office and pick up a few things before going onto the Arsenal, and.....oh yeah....might be a good idea to get the weapons out of the truck too.

So I'm hoppin' in the truck at 0705 about to start the 20 mile trek to my office, and Renea runs outside with my lunch pail. "Thanks Sweetie," as I mash the garage door button, and I rattle down the driveway leaving her in a plume of #2 diesel smoke. I made it on the Arsenal with 2 minutes to spare. Whew!
So.......I got back to my office a few minutes ago and called Renea. She was none too happy. Seems when I closed the garage door, I had locked her out of the house. She said she was runnin' after me wavin' her arms, and I just kept on going. She's a smart lady tho'. Her truck was locked, so she couldn't open the garage door that way. So she goes around to the back door and tries to crawl through the doggie door. Easy fit for her, but the Boxers were snarling and barking.....at her! Though she tells me they never lunged or tried to bite, she said their hackles were up, and they were putting on a display of ferocious behavior that would certainly deter the unknowing. It intimidated her. She ended up getting enough of herself through the doggie door to unlock the back door and enter the house that way.
I think I'm in trouble.
