One day last week while I was sick with the stomach flu, it snowed. I wasn't going in to work at all, and Rob was planning to go in late. But around 8:00 that morning, one of his co-workers who lives nearby called to say that he couldn't get out of his steep driveway and so he was going to walk to our house and catch a ride to work with Rob. In fact, he was already on his way.

Rob was in his robe and hadn't showered or anything, so he started rushing around to get ready. I was still in bed. You know, sick. So I said to Rob, "I'm staying here until you all leave. Okay?" I hadn't showered in days, and I still felt awful. I didn't want the dude to see me. "You'd better hurry in the shower," I told Rob, "because if he comes while you're in there, I am NOT going to answer the door. Seriously - I won't."

Rob muttered okay and closed the bedroom door behind him. Then I heard him go out onto the deck, presumably to check the conditions of our driveway. Not 30 seconds later I heard a knock on the front door. I ignored it. There was a pause, then another knock on the door. I knew Rob couldn't hear it because he was out on the deck, but I figured he'd come back in any moment now. And, besides, it didn't matter because I was NOT going to answer the door.

There was a third knock on the door. And then a fourth. Where the hell was Rob? Still, I made no move to answer the door. If they were both outside, surely they'd find each other eventually. And truly, getting up to answer the door was not an option. In no way could I quickly become presentable. If it was my mom, it would be one thing. But I was not going to greet Rob's co-worker in my scary-haired, sickly, unshowered state.

With the fifth knock on the door, I sighed and rolled my eyes, but snuggled further under the sheet. A minute passed, and then something caused me to look up, and I startled. There was Rob, standing outside our bedroom window. In his robe. Looking quite cold. And quite disgruntled.

Dumbass had locked himself out. Turns out he'd gone out onto the front porch, not the deck, and the door locked behind him. Brilliant, huh? (Okay fine, I've done this same thing before myself...)

And the best part is? Right at that moment his co-worker arrived. Just in time to see Rob standing in the snow in his robe and slippers, trying to convince his wife to let him in.

At class this evening, I was the only one who turned in the reflective journals. Apparently even when I'm not trying to be an overachiever, I still am.