Moonlight

So my friend, Kaylynn, and I are taking an exercise class together. Yes, we do have the same name AND we are visiting teaching companions, too. What are the chances of that? I met her 7 years ago when we played co-ed softball together with our husbands. She's great! Anyway, I needed to pick up something at her house before class the other night. She was out to dinner with her husband and told me to just go around back and go in the house to pick up the stuff waiting somewhere in the entryway. Fine, not a big deal. She said the dogs were locked up but would go nuts. I asked her if there were any lights on out back. She said it would be dark. (lunar eclipse night!) So I grabbed a flashlight on my way out to the car.

When I am on my way to her house I realize that I really, REALLY look like a burglar! I was wearing black yoga pants and a black short-sleeved shirt with a black jacket AND A FLASHLIGHT! Just great! I was picturing what would happen: I jiggle the gate and it's stuck so I have to jump over the 4 foot fence. Then I click on the flashlight in complete darkness. Dogs start barking like crazy and I run tripping over toys on the grass. When I find the right sliding glass door I open it and can't find the light switch. More walking with a flashlight dressed in TOTAL black. More dogs barking. I could just picture meeting the police on my way out the front door...

Well, here's how it all unfolded: I got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Don't ask me why, I know they aren't home. Then I'm brilliant and walk to look around both sides of the house. It gets better. Then I am thinking do I just hurry and jog around to get it over with quick so no one sees or do I just act nonchalant like I belong? I chose the nonchalant, quiet as a mouse version. (Yeah, like anyone creeps around their yard wearing all black with a FLASHLIGHT!) The gate opened. No barking. I look over and think, "Good, the neighbor's lights are off, too. They won't catch me red-handed." Thank goodness there was just enough light coming from the street that I didn't have to turn on my flashlight. Still no barking. I'm starting to wonder when I'm going to get ambushed by two guard dogs. I'm on the deck. Now they're barking. A lot! I hurry and open the door and close it behind me. Then I feel around on the wall for a light switch. I couldn't find one so I walked to the entry in the dark and luckily found a switch. No bag. Oh no, after all that I couldn't just leave empty-handed! Then I spotted the Target bag on the kitchen table and I quickly turned off the light and left through the front door. Whew! No one is out front to catch me and their two cats walk me to my car. She did say later that the dogs were still going nuts when they got home. And I'm just glad the story ends there!