Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Is This How Agoraphobia Starts???

This morning I received an email from the always entertaining 3 to Get Ready - 3 is a fellow Atlantan, and she was asking me how I had been enjoying the lovely weather this past weekend...

That's when it hit me - except to walk three steps out on the front porch yesterday (and then the three steps back in) in order to retrieve the mail - I've not set foot outside the house since about 4 pm Friday Afternoon...

Holy Cheese Whiz - is this even possible??? It's Tuesday now, right?

Yup, it's Tuesday. And I have no idea what the weather was like for the past few days (although, I suspect it was hot) because my slug self couldn't even be bothered to set foot outside...

I must rectify this at once - despite the recent birthday, I suspect that I am a still little too young to begin perfecting my "creepy little old lady who never leaves her house" act* just yet...


* although, I think I'm getting the "reclusive knitting" thing down very nicely...

5 comments:

3 to get ready said...

Too funny! Don't feel bad -- July in Atlanta is one of those "don't leave the house" months anyway. I don't blame you a bit. I want to see what you were knitting!

autum said...

Hey, quit talking about that creepy old lady. That's me. I go days without leaving the house. I bet it is how agoraphobia starts because the longer the stretch I stay in the more I hate to go anywhere. How did I become the creepy old lady? The creepy old cat lady?

capello said...

No, agoraphobia starts with a broken fooot...

MéLisa said...

I know how you feel. I work in an office & seeing as I don’t smoke & I always bring my lunch(I have to have money for crafting & thrifting somehow), I don’t usually see the outside between the hours of 7:45 & 5:00 pm. Then again it has been so hot here (105º - 110º heat index) the last few days that I don’t really think that I am missing anything. But then again I wouldn’t mind having the option either.

Now to be the perfect crazy old lady you will need to get about a zillion cats, or birds or something. That way everyone can call you the crazy cat, bird, etc lady that never leaves her house!

bekka said...

sounds rather nice to me.