I managed to lock myself out of the house on Monday. It was traumatic. I didn’t realize that I was keyless until I had gotten on the bus to go home. Then I noticed that my cell phone was dead. Then there was a lot of running around trying to find someone to let me into my house. All told, there were two bus rides, a 20 minute walk, a trip to the neighbor’s to make several phone calls to people who weren’t answering their phones, and one scared dog who couldn’t figure out why someone was going from door to door all around the house knocking and rattling and poking at windows. (Note to anyone thinking about breaking into my house, don’t waste your time looking under rocks or behind bushes for a hidden key. We don’t have one. boo.) Some days it seems like it would just be better to stay in bed.
Luckily, the evening was improved with a Heroes season finale party complete. Penelope even got to join us for the dinner portion of the evening.
She looks a little frightening in her Magic Good Dog Collar, but really, the burgers and brats were the only ones that had anything to fear from Madame P.
Maybe someday when I’m not so lazy, I’ll post pictures of my car keys so that you will understand how they are to blame for me not having a house key on a fairly regular basis. or maybe not. I’m pretty bad about posting pictures.