Locked out. Are you kidding me? We NEVER lock the door in our garage (that goes to the house). DH was the last one out. Must have been him. No answer on his cell phone - for an HOUR. No key hidden ANYWHERE. No windows open (I think) except for the one in our bedroom. Pull the ladder out. Prop it against the house. Contractor neighbor drives in his driveway. "Can you please help me?" Window open downstairs, thank goodness. THANK YOU!!
His parting words: "You may want to hide a key in your garage or leave a window open." Thank you, Mr. Neighbor. That would be very smart of us, you're right.
And my DH's words when I told him about our neighbor's kind gesture (after screaming at him for locking the door - "I didn't do it.") : "That's so nice. You should make him some cookies or something."
Let me get right on that. Where's the softened butter?
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yep. totally been there before. and for hours.
oh, and then there was the other time that andy and the older kids took off. i proceeded to lock the house as well as the baby and the soup for R.S. AND my keys AND my cell phone in the car. no hide-a-key, no open windows.
a friendly neighbor figured-out how to BREAK-IN to my house. i was grateful, but haven't slept very soundly since.
That really stinks, but a very funny story! Don't you love how husbands are so thoughtful about those things :)
I love catching up on your blog. Your kids are ADORABLE!!! I would love to just squish em silly!
Just happened to me a few weeks ago. Scotty was only 2 weeks old an locked inside, only 45 minutes, but a LONG 45 minutes. Yes, we now have a key hidden in our garage.
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