Ok so some how I managed to lock myself inside my camper this morning. And yes I truly do mean locked in, cant' get out, banging on the door locked it! And before any of you try and tell me, uh Kasey you have to unlock the door first, well I did or tried. It's stuck, not budging stuck! So I am currently using the back door in which I had to move all boxes (which were quite a few) from in front of it first. Quite a story, huh!? Well you didn't hear the best part...
Some how, during all this I had forgotten about using the back door until I had gotten myself into a frenzy and experienced what I assumed was a panic attack (heart racing, couldn't breathe, head between the legs type of thing). Sounds crazy huh?! I've always known that I'm somewhat closterphobic but I didn't realize that thinking I was trapped inside a camper would set me off quite so fast. I literally was crying before I could calm myself down enough to seriously contemplate alternative ways of escaping the camper that was seeming to shrink every second I was in it.
So now my closet/storage room is in shambles due to my hasty removal of all objects blocking my only means of escape. But, whew, I made it out alive! :)
One thing I did learn from all this, is that if Matthew's phobia of spiders is anything close to my phobia of tight spaces and being trapped then I will never, ever, tease him again about a spider being on his back or near him. (I know a little spiteful :), but what can I say I've a little of mom's evilness in me.)
P.s. Kelly I met a Grandmother today who's grandchildren called her "TooToo," HAHA, Grandma TooToo, I can just see it now! (hehe)
4 years ago
3 comments:
Oh noes!...poor Sis! Trapped like a rat! Good thing you have another exit ;-)
Lol...Tootoo? Looks too much like Toot :-P
I'm not even commenting on the too too. :(
I read this to your dad. He laughed that wicked laugh. I thought it was about your story, but he liked your last line. I told him I had no idea what you were referring to...evilness?!
Obviously Dad has never had a panic attack. Horrible things!
BTW, did you get the front door unlocked?
Yes, Matthew figured out that when he had left at 11 the night before to let me do my homework he had locked both locks from the outside, meaning I couldn't have gotten the door opened from the inside no matter how hard I tried. Blah. I am now making sure he only locks the door handle one from now on. :)
And did you not like TooToo?!?!(Evil Grin)
I get to see you on SUNDAY!!!! WOOHOO!
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