February 26, 2009 6:00 am
Last week I took Graham to his Friday Gymboree class. As I was trying to gather my kid to get out the door on time, I realized that I was still in my boxers and t-shirt from the night before. I knew that there were clean clothes in the dryer (yes, I leave clothes in the dryer for days, what’s it to you?) and went to the garage to piece together an outfit. It’s no wonder the other Gymboree moms give me a look when I show up with greasy hair and wrinkled clothing.
In the garage, I located a clean bra and t-shirt and stripped off my shirt to put the clean shirt on. The instant I was topless, the garage door started opening. ON IT’S OWN! Jamie was inside and I was nowhere near the button. Nobody else has the garage code or even a spare garage door opener. This is the point where I ran, topless and screaming, into the house because somebody was obviously coming to get me. Jamie just looked at me like I was deranged and told me that the garage door must be wacky.
I’m a paranoid person, in fact, I dedicated an entire post to my paranoia back when I first started blogging. Every little noise I hear at night wakes me up and I often do a lap or two around the house to investigate. I get that I’m paranoid but I can’t do much about it. Having the garage door spontaneously open while I’m half nekkid? Not something that sits well with me. Jamie tried to tell me that it was the garage door resetting itself since we hadn’t changed the code in so long (likely story). I made him change it. Immediately. We haven’t had a reoccurrance of the XXX garage peekaboo since then but I’m wondering if it’s because the garage door is fixed or because the view wasn’t something worth seeing a second time. I guess we’ll never know.