The Big Dale's in Trouble Now!!!

Oh my....see this lock on this door??? Well, it's locked. And guess who was on the other side of that basement door....Mumsie and me, Lacie.

(Reinactment...)See who locked the door? Stoopid Stanley jumps on the door and pushes the lock in with one of his massive Dale paws.

What you can't hear are Mumsie and me shoutin' at the big lughead to unlock the door. Stanley doesn't seem to be too concerned about this dilema.....look at him stickin' his big Dale tongue out at the door.

Normally, when this happens, Mumsie simply gets a wire hanger and picks the lock...one of her many talents.

There were only plastic hangers in the basement. No lock pickin' stuff. But there is a door in the basement. So Mumsie and I waded through the drifting snow to walk all the way around the house to the garage. Only one problem...Mumsie had one sock on...and the other foot was barefoot. (The sock had fallen off in her boot....) Yeppers...she had to walk barefoot through the snow to get back inside.

Not exactly a balmy day at the beach to be doin' this type of activity.

Hmm....Scruffy was fascinated by her snow covered foot.

You can just imagine what kinda mood she's in now......

Nuff Said,

Laciegirl