I locked myself out of my house. I kid you not. I'd dropped off my bag, checked my messages, and fed the cats. Fine. Then I went out to fetch the recycling containers from the end of the driveway - locking the door behind me. I stood at the kitchen door, dumbstruck. Don wasn't due home for another two hours, and ever since the break-in, we've been especially careful about locking all other points of entry.
I found a way in. It was a little bit 'Mission Impossible,' but I made it. Even so... I. Am. A. Tool.
