Wakey Wakey

I thought I'd be on the ball this morning and go out and start my car early so that it could defrost. (It's been down in the 20s here at night, so my car was enclosed in a block of ice.) I grabbed my spare set of keys so that I could lock the car while it was warming up, so I could come back inside to put on make-up. (We live in a safe neighborhood, but you never know...) Just as I walked out of the house and pulled the door shut, I realized that the door was locked and that I only had spare car keys, not spare house keys. Then everythig went into slo mo as I reached for the door saying, "Nooooooooooooooooooo!", kind of like in "Old School" when Will Ferrell's character gets hit with the horse tranquilizer dart.

So, I had to resort to extreme measures. I went around to the side of the house and crashed through the bushes. Thankfully, we live in a one story house, so I banged on the window (not really caring about waking the neighbors, because they have a yippy dog that barks at rocks, the street and whatever the hell else he sees and wakes me up every damn morning) and yelled, "Aaron", in hopes that he could come and let in his memory deficient girlfriend (I mean, "fiance". That has a nice ring to it.)

He finally heard me and let me in, which was a huge relief. (Thanks, Aaron!) He also took my pot of boiling tea water off the stove so that it didn't boil down to nothing and singe the pot.

This experience was just another sign that I need to go on vacation. Lucky for me that my 10-day Christmas break starts at the end of next week! I just hope that I can make it that long without burning the house down, while I watch - locked out- as my car is warming up.