Sorry

I haven't posted in a while, but nothing particularly funny has happened. And do you really want another recital of the errands I did? I didn't think so.

Here's something funny (kinda) that happened last week:
Thursday DD2 had to go back to school, and DD1 didn't. So we drive DD2 to school, and come home, and sharp-eyed DD1 notices that there is a DEAD RAT ON MY DRIVEWAY. Why is my driveway becoming the place for neighborhood rats to die?! Is it like Mecca? What, are they crawling along, on their last legs, thinking, "If I can just make it to ChemoGirl's driveway, pant, pant, I can die a happy rat"?
So, this time, I pulled my big girl panties, and got a spare tile and a brush, and dropped the expired vermin into the trash without the help of Tom My Knight In Shining Armor. It took me two tries, but i did it.
Anyway, halfway through the process, DD1 comes out to check on me. I tell her to go back inside, as it was nippy, and she just has her nightgown on. So she goes inside, LOCKS THE DOOR, and promply goes to the back of the house to watch TV. I am dressed in a longsleeved tshirt, sleep pants, and tennis shoes.
So after the deceased disease-carrying rodent was in the trash, I went to knock on the door. Nothing. I go to the front door and ring the doorbell. Nothing. I pound on the door with my fist. Nothing. By this time, the thin flannel of my sleep pants has ceased to provide any protection against the cold.
i go back around to the back door and pound on it for a while. Finally, DH calls, and DD1 answers the phone, and then goes to find me to give me the phone.