It Began with Wham

The moment I discovered I was locked out of my house at 8:40 a.m. was when I tried to walk through the door. But, I just walked into the door pretty hard instead. Wham!

I hit it hard because I was excited to go get back in bed, and proud of myself for getting up to start a load of laundry and do some dishes, so I was moving quick. (That sentence makes me laugh because it's true.)

Anyway, once I discovered that the door leading from the garage (where my washer/dryer is located) to the kitchen was not going to open, I checked our other doors. They were all good and locked up because we live in crazy days, y'all. We don't hide a key outside because... we live in crazy days, y'all.

I assessed my options, and decided to take the following steps:

1. Try to pick the lock. Nope, not happening.

2. Think I'm going to be able to take the door knob off, since I do have all of Miles' tools here in the garage. Nope, the door manufacturers know their stuff. That wouldn't be smart.

3. Realized how I looked at the moment, since it was becoming apparent that I was going to have to involve some one else in this drama (Miles had left for work as I went into the garage to start some laundry. I won't say that any of this was his fault. ...see?). I looked like morning blah-ness, with no shoes and my really comfy, even if slightly falling apart, sleepwear. Ugh.

4. Made the perfect choice in who to go to for help - Wilda. My sweet, elderly neighbor. She proffered coffee, bananas, a phone book, a phone, air conditioning.

5. I needed the phone book because Miles' phone is on the fritz (another saga), and without my phone I didn't know his work number by heart. They weren't listed. Awesome.

6. Realized that of all the people who have a key to our house, Sarina and Matt would be my best bet (since they live the closest). I only knew Sarina's number by heart. Lo and behold, she and Matt were both off work, and I'd caught them right as they were leaving home. Thank goodness!

7. Thought about how I used to know everyone's number by heart, no problem, and how, now a days, I am not smart. But, that's okay, because my smart phone is. Unless I'm locked out of a house where my smart phone is. It would really be a smart phone if it unlocked the doors!

8. Sat on the porch with Wilda, eating my banana, and talking about the history of our neighborhood until Matt and Sarina arrived.

Thankfully, they let me in. But, I never did go back to bed...