Took Roscoe out, he peed, we went back inside. While we were out, they had started to paint the walkway in front of our apartment. As I approached the head guy called out, "Whoah! We thought you were gone for the day. You can't get in there. We have to finish painting all the walkways. It's going to take at least an hour. We'll build you a temp walkway when we're finished."
I didn't have my car keys or my wallet with me. I don't even own a cell phone. So, Roscoe and I went out and walked around for a while. Roscoe was less into the walk than I was. I had no way of contacting work to tell them I would be late. For the last fifteen minutes, we just sat on the wall outside our building.
When we got back, they were just finishing up the bridge to my apartment. Believe me, those boards bent under the combined weight of me and Roscoe.
I knew the only way to get away with such a weird excuse would be to take a picture. I snapped it and sent it off to my boss with a quick explanation about what happened. She was still laughing when I got to work.
In other news, the google blog search is up and it's great. Goodbye feedster!