I finished my blog post yesterday, tore myself away from reading other blogs and got my happy butt all ready to go to zumba...
Water bottle? Check.
Crackberry? Check.
Sunglasses? Check.
Purse? Check.
Make sure the door's locked? Check.
Keys? huh? what? NO! Noooo!!! S@&*#!!!!!
Phone conversation:
Charlie: Hello?
me: Hey. Ummm..where are you?
Charlie: I'm almost to the office (the "office" is about 50 minutes from the house)
me: S@*#! I've locked myself out of the house!! And I KNOW I locked all the doors. I'm sure of it. And I never got around to giving anyone else a key to the house. (we moved in April)
Charlie: turning around. Be there in about 45 minutes!
I hang up the phone and decide to go around and just double check the glass doors on the deck. Holy Crap! The one to the kitchen is unlocked. YES!!! YES!!!
I walk in, close the door behind me. Lock it. Grab the crackberry and start dialing Charlie back as I'm making my way back to the garage door...talking to him, telling him it's all cool...he can turn around and head back toward the office...Careful, Careful, the door's up...don't let Brisco "Bolter" Darling out...okay. Good. Back in the garage, the doors are all locked. Get in the car...I can still make it in time...there's time.
OMG!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!!! Deep breaths, Deeeep Breaths!!!!!!!!
Yes. Yes, I did just walk back out of the house, lock ALL the doors this time and leave my keys hanging right on that hook beside the door.
Phone conversation:
Charlie: Hello?
me: You are going to have to commit me!
Charlie: Why? What's wrong?
Diane: I JUST WALKED BACK OUT OF THE HOUSE WITHOUT MY KEYS!!!! I LOCKED THEM ALLLL THIS TIME.. FOR SURE!
{about 5 awkward seconds of silence...}
Charlie: And you're sure you locked the door?
Diane: YES!! I'M SURE! I'M SUCH AN IDIOT! WHAT THE EFF IS WRONG WITH ME?!!!
Charlie: Bless your heart. I'm turning back around.
I spent the next 45 minutes pacing, working out with my old pair of hand weights I found in the garage, sweating (cause it was 90 degrees!) cussing, pacing some more, checking my crackberry and making the dogs bark like mad by peering in the window at them.
Thank God for an understanding, compassionate husband who never once reinforced my insistence that I was completely LOSING my mind as he so gallantly rescued me from my blonde moment of the year.
**I also gave my advice to new mothers today. You can click here to read that Writer's Workshop post.
He is, indeed, an understanding husband!
ReplyDeleteI used to lock myself out of my car all the time when I first started college (before I was married) and my dad would always come to my rescue. Luckily the college was only about 10 minutes from where he worked!
Oh my goodness...your husband is an angel!! Somehow I can see myself doing this exact same thing ;)
ReplyDeleteThis was a funny post...something I'd definately do. Glad your husband was a great sport.
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I finally bought a key chain that has 1 main holder and 2 more that snap into it. When I run, I just slip it right back on instead of throwing it in my purse. When, I give a sitter the keys, I put them right back on it.
ReplyDeleteAfter losing a set that cost almost $200 to replace, I had to take drastic measures.
You did NOT lock yourself out two times in a row! Wow. That's funny.
ReplyDeleteI love that your husband was so understanding. Mine would have been kinda annoyed!