We have a refrigerator out there where I keep sodas, beer, bottled waters, and Gatorades. I needed a pop.
I'm texting. Walking. Into the garage. Shut the door.
And...
So let's just say I got locked out of the house. In ugly white socks. No shoes. But I had my cell phone. (Bonus!!)
Ten minutes later, I cracked open my pop, cranked out another text, and entered my house.
You all have imaginations. Let's just say YOU got locked out of your house with no shoes on but with your cell phone in hand. What would you do?
Have a fabulous Monday!!
I'd call Jessica Patch. She'd tell me how to break in.
ReplyDeleteHa, ha!! I was actually texting her when it happened!!
DeleteNormally, I'd go across the street to my neighbor. She has a spare key to my house. Except, she fell and broke her leg and has been in rehab for a month and even though I have a spare key to her house, I"d be locked out of both. The only thing to do? Break into my house and hope the police aren't cruising the road.
ReplyDeleteSo how did you get in? Did Sophie let you back in?
Your poor neighbor! I feel bad for her. Hope she's in tip-top shape soon.
DeleteI like your method--breaking and entering--bring it on!!
**Not revealing my secret!!**
LOL. Funny ... I live in an apartment on the sixth floor, in the middle of a big city. So I think all I could do is cry because there is no way I'd be walking outdoors in those socks! LOL :)
ReplyDeleteThey are truly ugly socks, Jessica! It would be better to burn them than to be out in public with them!!
DeleteI'm sorry, Jill... I can't stop giggling! :)
ReplyDelete(Um...I'd call my neighbor...she has a spare key. Or...my sister who lives the next road down--and has a key. ;))
...Sooo glad you were dressed. LOL
Soooo smart, Cynthia! And I'm glad I was dressed too!!
DeleteHaha, ummm this HAS happened to me before only instead of locking myself out, I somehow broke my key in my door. I didn't know my own strength. I called my mom...no idea what to do. And you know, what I'm just going to tell this whole story because it's just that random. Sooo, the weekend before I had been with relatives and while there, I had my spare key with me loose in a pocket. Next day I get an email from them asking if it's my key...they stick it in the mail.
ReplyDeleteFast forward two days. I'm locked out. It's after 5 p.m. I'm pretty sure my spare key is waiting for me at the post office. So I call the PO and the nice guy who answers tells me he'll unlock the door for me and look for the envelope waiting for me. Then I go to the store and buy a pair of long-nose pliers at my dad's advice. I go back to my place, use the pliers to get my broken key out of the door, rip open the envelope with my spare key...viola.
Okay, so it's not that exciting, but afterward, I was SOOO proud of myself.
I'm going to start calling you Thor. :) Your experience has God written all over it!! I mean, the key that should not have been with relatives suddenly showed up at the post office right when your key busts in the lock? Love it!
DeleteHmm. Let me guess. You texted a family member who was actually in the house?
ReplyDeleteNope! I was all alone, except for my mini-wiener dog, who I can safely say is no dog genius! Ha!
DeleteI'd have to sit and wait for hubby to come home with the other key. That, and listen to the dog howl from the inside, lol.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds about right, Brandi!! Ha!
DeleteCall hubby, his office is 6 minutes away.
ReplyDeleteBut how STUPID would that be? I'd call the fire department. But only the Pinterest fire department.
Mmm, I like firemen. I might have to lock myself out to try that theory!!
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