I had a most interesting experience at lunch today.  I excused myself from the table to go to the ladies room, and as I tried to exit the stall.... TRAPPED!

Now, pardon my technical language, but the knob that works the doohickey?  It didn't.  I could slide the latch back and forth ALL day but the little metal posty-thingy didn't budge.  In fact, it mocked me.  ScubaDiva's post about this very subject came to mind and I was grateful that at least I wasn't freezing. 

So. I stared at the door.  I didn't have my keys with me or I could've used my new nifty gadget from thinkgeek.com to pry it open.  I DID have my cell phone, so I called one of my lunch buddies who couldn't hear her phone ring over the noise of the restaurant.  Hmm! 

The metal sides of the stall were too low for me to slide out the bottom and too high for me to climb over.  Hmmm again!

I was just about to resort to yelling - which I CAN do quite well if the situation calls for it - but I decided to give the latch ONE LAST CHANCE.  I glared at it with my best Mom face, wiggled the knob a bit and it finally caught and slid open. 

Now. You'd think that would be enough, but it actually occurred to me to try closing it and opening it again. *blink* Luckily the brunette hairs won over the blonde, and I made my escape.

So, how was your morning?

Just checking to see about this photo-thingy now :)

Katie, Christmas 2005

You have brought me to that moment where words run dry,
to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence . . .

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . .
In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . .
Past the point of no return - no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . .
Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question:
how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .?
When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .?

BOTH
Past the point of no return the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point of no return . . .

BLOODY HECK that's hot. 

I was having a HELLISH morning.  I was late for work, which exponentially slows down the child, the CD player in the new car broke (no tunes!  Wah!) and I'm stomping around making MMMEH noises like the angry diva in Phantom of the Opera (movie verison, Minnie Driver was HILARIOUS)... 

I get a little phone call, just to chat.  *birds start chirping, clouds part and the sun comes out...

Then some work-stuff happens and I get a little break. I was sitting there starting to get worked up about something and collecting my thoughts when I was overcome with a feeling of peace.  It wasn't consciously generated, it just was there.  It's all gonna be ok.  Things are going to work out the way they were intended to. 

That's been happening to me a lot lately.  I'll get stressed out that something isn't going the way *I* wanted it to (how dare it!)  ;)  Even cooler - the time between the anxiety and the calm is shortening, too - now THAT rocks!  Could it be that... gasp... I'm maturing a little?