I don’t feel like thinking too deeply this morning – figured I’d take a break from it as advised from a friend last night! Aren’t you proud?

This is story of Mid-America, “mommy”, and Dr. Phil. I’ll try my best to re-iterate the humor of that day, way back in June. ….

I suppose it was a sunny day that day – I associate sun with June, so we’ll make it sunny. I do, however, vividly remember the time of day. It was nearing 3pm, and I was anxiously awaiting Dr. Phil (talk show host on CBS at 3) to grace my living room with his wisdom.  My cell phone rings just then –
“Hello?” I say in my sweet, angelic voice.
“Is your mommy or daddy home?’ the voice on the other end says.
What? Ohhhhhhhhhh! I can’t remember having this response before. . . .
“No, they’re not. Can I help you?” I respond.
“Well, I need to do some maintainence work in the building……I’ll call someone else.”
My halo is slipping. “What do you need?”
To which he says, “I need to get into the building. (The main entrance is locked.)
“Do you want me to buzz you in?” I say as Dr. Phil is walking out on stage.
“Uh………….” Come on, work with me here. I guess he could stay out there until someone comes along to let him in. if he gets really bored or desperate he can walk to either of the side doors – they’re open.
“Here, I’ll come open the door, ok?” By that time, Dr. Phil had already given a synopsis of that days show, kind of important. Like seeing the crime unfolds on Law & Order. 
As I’m walking down the hall, the apt manager arrives as well, letting the poor soul in. the guy saw me, thanked me for my ‘help’, perhaps realizing that my mommy and daddy indeed weren’t here, and proceeded with his work.
Turns out, he was here to replace the electrical boxes. The electricity had to be turned of for awhile. There goes Dr. Phil.
Should’ve left him outside! My angel wings just fell off!