Lockdown!

Isn't he cute?

Lookit my Uber-husband all cute and smiley while two-fisting it with a beer and sippy cup full of — milk? Mmm ... beer and milk.

I love this picture of Bill. He's a stand-up guy that you can count on. A guy that can put up with the likes of me (he'll be up for sainthood if he can manage to stay married to me for a decade — this April will mark 6 years!).

Definitely not the kind of guy that you would lock in the basement ... unless it was an accident.

And it was totally an accident that I locked him in the basement last night.

Our basement is the adult getaway. We've got our guitars and amps down there and our nice iMac. We hang out with our friends and generally find ourselves up to no good down there. (Oh, our washer and dryer are down there, which means that I can socialize and fold underwear at the same time — cuz I'm totally classy like that.)

So last night after I got home from yoga, Bill accompanied me downstairs. I was doing the obligatory laundry and Uber-husband was keeping me company and surfing the Web.

I finished and left him down there. I donned my pajamas and practiced guitar scales while watching the boob tube.

I thought I heard something on the back service porch where the door to the basement is but I figured it was one of the cats coming through one of the pet doors.

(See, we've got a dog door that is used by all animals to go out the back door. Adjacent to the back door is the basement door which has only a very small pet door used only by the cats to go downstairs. Oh and just for clarifications sake, it should be noted that the basement door only closes when latched with a hook and eye on the outside of the door — you see where this is going, I'm sure.)

So, during the next commercial break I walk into the kitchen when I hear, "Roooobbbbbiiiiinnnn! Roooobbbbiiinn!" Coming from downstairs.

When I walked back to the service porch I immediately noticed that the cat door was being propped open, not by furry cats paws but by man fingers.

There I found my Uber-husband hunkered down on the stairs yelling through a 6x6" hole on the other side of the locked basement door. Oops.

When I opened the door, Bill pathetically bleated, "You locked me down there. I was calling you and knocking for a long time."

And for some sick reason, I find this quite funny. The picture of him on those stinky stairs calling out through a tiny cat door. Oh man, it's so pathetic, it's hilarious.