You did not get to bear witness to my personal freakout after discovering the Lack-of-LJage, which involved me standing in the middle of my snowy front lawn, in my pajamas, frantically leaving an incoherent voicemail for her with my cell phone, which refuses to work inside my house (hence the standing-on-lawn-in-jammies-and-overcoat). So, you know, I am so a charter member of the overboard worrying club.

Between that behavior and our totally sub-par outside Christmas lights, I think we're going to be booted out of our Truman-esque suburban housing development any day now. :)