Twenty minutes later the power comes on. Trees are still resting on the line. Okay, whatever. We have power. I CBB. And I head to Starbucks for my 6 p.m. meeting with my friend (and new bridal client) Rachel.
Come home, make dinner and climb into bed to watch DVR'd shows (The City, Gossip Girl, Brothers & Sisters) as it's Wednesday night (poker with the boys night for McDreamy, so its a quiet night at home for me!) and don't really think anything else of it.
And then we (Honey and I) are startingly (that may be an understatement) awakened ... as in the both of us completely fly off/out of the bed, heart pounding, wanting to scream WHAT IN THE HECK IS THAT WRETCHED NOISE??
As I come to consciousness from my slumber, I begin to realize the sound is a chainsaw. CHAINSAW! And then I realize it's approximately 2:30 a.m. Okay, it's 2:30 and I hear a chainsaw... outside MY bedroom window. The dogs are going bezerk, my house is in absolute pandemonium as all (currently there are four of us living there) are trying to wake up and understand why it sounds as though the Chainsaw Massacre is being filmed outside my bedroom window in our backyard ... and then I remember. Duke Power. Super.
Please, for the love of God, please just hurry up and finish so that I can return to sleep! (Meanwhile, I swear the guy is revving the engine of the chainsaw (really? at 2:30 a.m.?? is it necessary?) and finally, the lights outside stop flashing, the noise quiets and I think I can finally go to sleep.
And, then, he rings the doorbell. Needless to say, no one in the house got up to answer it.