*Bursting through the door*
GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!!!!
*pulls Redy to the side*
Man, we've got to talk. I admit, I'm partially responsible for the whole bed incident. You see, I had just recently whooped LaRue in a game of Scrabble. She got mad and started calling me names. And, you know me, it made me start clowning her. Before I knew it, she was chasing after me with one of her 5" heels. She chased me into your room. You were snoring so loud you didn't hear us running around your bed.
She tried to corner me by pushing your bed. I pushed back, and she responded, so I gave one big heave, and your bed slid through your open French doors onto the porch! The momentum carried you down the hadicap-accessible ramp onto the street. And you know we live on a hill, so you just started picking up speed. I couldn't keep up with you after the first mile. I lost you. I was so torn by it, I called the authorities. They searched the neighborhood, but they called off the search when the Dallas/Philly game came on. Meanwhile, you picked up enough speed to merge onto I-95, but eventually slowed down and came to a rest (no pun intended) on the shoulder. After the game, I went to look for you again, but LaRue started chasing me again yelling, "Curse you Buzz Lightyear!". At that point, I knew she lost it, so I wasn't about to get caught by her.
Anyway, that's the whole story. Sorry for the trouble we caused. Thanks LT for covering for me so that it wouldn't be revealed that I ran from a girl...
