Shanna and I had a little scare tonight. While we were watching TV and trying to justify staying up past 8:30 we heard the sounds of keys trying to open our door. After some momentary panic I summoned up my biggest voice and let out what I thought was a commanding "Hey!" The key rattling then stopped as I bolted over to the door. I'm glad it stopped because the extent of my plan was to hold the door closed. Failing that, Plan B was to start throwing cats at the would be burglar. When I got to the door I heard a woman's scared voice on the other side. She was apologizing to me. I looked through the peephole and opened the door. The young woman on the other side was maybe 5 feet tall with heals and was practically quivering. In my false memoirs that I'll write many years from now, the burglar I scared off with my voice is going to be a six-ten male body builder.