Last night I fled to my mother-in-law’s for the night because of the severe storms in the area. I think we’ve established countless times how chicken shit I am when it comes to storms. Well, it’s seemed to double since Ian is out of town. If he was here with me, I’d be nervous but fine. I wouldn’t have the strong desire to leave the house every time thunder cracks or a Warning is issued.

When arriving home this morning, I realized I had locked myself out of the house. I only do this about.. oh, once a week? Usually I just climb up through the backdoor (no steps, so its quite a leap) and let myself in since that door’s lock is broken. Well today, it magically fixed itself. I yanked and yanked on that freakin’ door and nothing. Nada. Then I cursed and beat on it for awhile. That didn’t help either. My mother-in-law ended up opening one of our living room windows and shoving me through it.

I cringe at the thought of what our neighbors say about us.

Did I mention that while we were doing this, it was pouring the entire time? Yeah, that was fun.

But I’m in the house now. And I’m permanently attaching my keys to my wrist.

Today’s going to be another long day of storms. I hope Ian comes home early. I hate this working-out-of-town thing. I MISS MY HUSBAND. Dammit.

I guess I’ll go clean something. I’m that bored.