Okay -
The movie has been watched.
All three kids are in bed.
The dog is making obscene noises on the couch as she engages in loud self-hygiene.
And I? Am locked out of my bedroom.
yes, you read that right. Not because of anything I’ve done. My wife is recording voice clips for a class she is teaching, and needs quiet, so she shut the door. Kids don’t understand this, so I guess that’s how the door got locked. I can’t knock, because, well? Recording. If we had an “on air” light, it would be so professional and all that.
I’m sure she’ll open it before she goes to bed.
Uh, she will, won’t she?





