that was disturbing

i've been mulling this over.

i was sitting on the couch, typing on the laptop and thinking about watching tv when i heard a heart-shatteringly loud banging on the door. after my heart restarted, i walked to the door. it was late, boy was asleep, i was in a tshirt and undies (boxer briefs, so i don't mind being seen in them since they just look like bike shorts peeking from under my tshirt). the banging was far too insistent to be an errant knocker at that hour.

so i asked who it was.

"The police."

!!! Okay, first thought was "as if." second thought was, "i'm pretty sure that nobody would impersonate the police to gain access to my apt, but what if..." and my third thought: "gah. they probably want to know if i heard/saw anything about one of my neighbors."

we have no chain or bar on the door. we have no peephole (i've turned in that maintenance request many times and have the hole where it goes covered with electrical tape to keep bugs out of the apt). i had no way of protecting myself if someone were to force themselves into my apartment. i can scream, but that never works in my nightmares. of course, i have PLENTY of heavy objects sitting about as decor/dust attractors.

so i opened the door a crack. saw nobody. then i realized there was a gentleman standing to the right of the door (i caught a glint of light off his badge). he moved into sight and asked if everything was okay.

"yeah. is there a problem, sir?"

"oh, we had reports of loud banging, noises, yelling, and screams. reports of an apparent fight from this address."

i must've looked at him like he had three heads--one of which was purple with green spots--because he immediately looked really uncomfortable.

"sir, my husband's been asleep for..." i look up at the clock, realize it hasn't been changed back an hour yet because it is NOT midnight. ". . . um, over two hours. i haven't even moved from the couch since he kissed me goodnight. the apartment has been quiet. no music. tv is on low."

he thanked me, asked me again if everything was okay. i smiled, nodded, and mentioned that i would've opened the door sooner, but my peephole was missing. he smiled and said he understood why i'd hesistate on such a late evening. then he wished me a good evening and left.

so now i'm wondering...

did someone turn us in? i'm thinking it was more likely a wrong address. we DO have neighbors who have domestic violence issues... maybe the call was for another apartment. i can't imagine that someone would call us in. we don't yell, we don't play our music too loudly, and we're on the bottom floor, so we don't annoy anyone below us. sound only carries DOWN in this building--it doesn't even carry well through inner walls. moreover, we have the speakers aiming OUT from the inner walls, to minimize noise disturbance to our neighbors.

ah, well. the officer was really nice. if i'd been dressed, i'd have invited him in and SHOWN him my sleeping boy. this reminds me... i need to clean up a bit. i've got a mound of dirty laundry and i need maintenance to come in here tomorrow.

*hmph*

My winter coat is old and raggedy. My cloak is in need of a new lining. So, I followed a link to a pretty velvet coat. It's just what I want *and* it's on sale.

Then I see the length. 53"

I check my current ankle-length coat. 43". i checked its size: 12P. all my other clothing (okay, my tops and dresses, anyway) is 14/16, so I figured the 14 from silhouettes would fit. Obviously, my height (or lack thereof) isn't something I remember very often. It's pretty hard to find a petite coat that will accomodate my lovely cleavage. Dammit, short people can have boobs, too! And plus-size folks can be SHORT!

I've checked thrift stores. Coats I like aren't anywhere to be found. I'm not that hard to please: long, natural fiber, lined, and comes in black, dark purple, or charcoal gray.

*sigh*

Guess I'll have to keep looking.

Other stuff I've done today:
+ called doctor's office about sinus infection. i'd like to have this treated BEFORE i fly to indiana next week.
+ called maintenance about clogged tub train, water marks on bedroom ceiling, and to check on the status of the furnace igniter replacement
+ tossed a load of towels into the wash
+ ate some leftovers
+ squirted toilet bowl cleaner into toilet
+ put some sweats on
+ put some potholders away

things i have not done:
+ actually CLEANED or TIDIED.
+ called artie to see about hanging out today
+ showered or gotten dressed
+ called my dad to get the VIN for my car
+ called insurance with that VIN to set up coverage.

i have an idea...

i've figured out what my life is missing...

i haven't been to a ween concert in months.

that's what i need.

why did i not realize this? why haven't they been touring on the east coast? do they not understand my need for live ween shows? do i need to go up to new hope and kick some weenies?

i'm gonna go see TMBG on wednesday. our wedding anniversary... normally, we'd go see a gwar show on halloween, but gwar isn't playing the 930 club on halloween--TMBG is. the only time boy and i get all gooey and scary in that het-couple way is when we're at a gwar show. it really brings out our love.