Thursday, March 26, 2009

A short, late Thursday post

For 5 minutes, I was a prisoner in my own sweatshirt. I've had this article of clothing for at least 5 years now, so you'd think I'd be well-versed in removing it.

Because the bungee cord-like elastic closure at the bottom got caught on our banister twice today (recoiling me into the wall both times), the knot was WAY too tight to undo. A claustrophobic panic began to set in, causing me to sweat (the original reason I was taking of the darned sweatshirt in the first place!) and ran through a billion ideas of how to get it off without destroying it. Plan A was using my teeth to pry the knot open. Plan B was to call ShankRabbit at work in tears.

Fortunately, Plan A worked.

Don't tell my dentist.


Call Me Cate said...

That is exactly the kind of thing I'd call Joe for. "Help, I'm trapped in my sweatshirt!!!" Claustrophobia is no joke, people.

Isabella said...

I'm glad I didn't have to calling ShankRabbit - he would have laughed at me (which he did after reading this post), making it that much worse. :)