Silly Me...

So I'm reading Be... Dream... Play... and she's driven twenty miles to her studio only to find that she's got hubby's keys and not her own bunch that includes the key to the studio. She's feeling silly and I'm thinking that we all do that stuff.

It isn't as bad as locking yourself OUT of the house and INTO the back yard! I did that twice the first time was in late December, on a chilly day with my 93 year old mother with me. Luckily, her daughter (me), the one wearing just a thin t shirt, flannel jammie pants and Birkenstocks, insists that she keep her cell phone in her pocket at all times. It took my sweetie nearly an hour to get back across town to let us in.

The second time was last month when I'd been out playing with the dogs and I had to get partially in through the dog door with a stick to try to press the handle down. (No mom with cell phone handy.) That took an hour too. [The household security department requires me to inform you that we have an excellent security system which includes infrared motion sensors and wireless security cams.] All this with two Golden Retrievers 'helping' me! (Licking mommy's hand - which I loathe! - is NOT helping mommy, boyz!!!)

And I had too checked the lock the first time I went out and it wasn't locked. I guess I must have brushed it with my finger going out the second time and it was just enough. Now there is a key hidden outside. [The household security department requires me to inform you that we have an excellent security system which includes infrared motion sensors and wireless security cams and while there are many keys hidden outside, only one works. That sounds lame, household security department. Well, it's better than telling the whole friggin' world that you're so dumb, you get locked out of your own house so often that you have to hide a key outside. Oh shut up!]

So you may ask yourself (or me) why didn't I just break a window and get in. Well, I tried. I found a screwdriver left from the wonderful guy who put up our pergola and installed the new French doors and after carefully considering which window would be cheaper to replace, ripped out a screen, hefted a weight and tossed it at the window six times. It bounced off every time! You may ask yourself why I didn't just go to a neighbors for help. Well, I was also locked into the backyard because of the padlock on the gate. [Thanks, household security!] Anyway, it doesn't get much sillier than that, does it?

OK. I admit it. Yeah, I'm sure I can get sillier than that. Stay tuned, my lovelies.