New Hat
I can’t believe I locked myself out of my blog last night.
I was twelve years old again, nobody home, staring at the door of my apartment. I remember flipping up the mail slot flap and making kissy noises until one of the cats appeared. I waggled my fingers at him. He turned and walked away. “Weird new mailperson!”
How I locked myself out of my blog, I have no idea. Somehow, I broke the password. How does that happen? Did I get chocolate on it and short circuit something? Who knows. Anyhow, I’m back. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to write a good post as I’m deep in my work week. [Gusty sigh, slumps in seat.]
So you’ll just have to make do with contemplating the proposed new hat for the Eiffel Tower’s birthday.
The whole thing was just a hoax, of course. You can’t mess with the Eiffel Tower.
Tags: birthday present, despair, Eiffel Tower, keys, Paris, the indifference of cats, winding people up
May 14th, 2008 11:57
I locked myself out of my house when I was about twelve, too; in the end, I found a piece of Meccano in the garden shed and used it to dismantle the French doors. I got in, but the doors never did close quite right after that….