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06 October 2005 @ 07:40 pm
 
I am such a tool.


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.
 
 
 
Jobs, baby, Jobs!picoland on October 7th, 2005 09:41 am (UTC)
Dakota has locked me out of the house once or twice- Ill be in the front doing yard work, leaving the front door slightly ajar and then Ill her a "kathump" ::klick::., locked., I keep my house keys on me all the time. heh.

you got in that's all that counts.