Yes, I locked us out of the house. By we, I mean: Lisa, Nora, Mare and Michael, and yes, myself.
From all members, I’m solely to blame for this. I disagree, for a couple reasons, though it’s unimportant. More importantly, only Nora and I stayed calm throughout the ordeal which lasted all of ten minutes. I’d hate to see those three at a real catastrophe. Yeesh.
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First of all, it was about 25 minutes. Second of all, we all thought we were going to have to break the door down. Third of all, even though we didn’t have to break the door down, food was burning on the grill and the stove – inside the house – was on. Fourth, it was ALL your fault. I told you I was putting your keys inside and you still opted to pull the door most of the way closed instead of leaving it in the WIDE OPEN position in which I had left it. Fifth, I was concerned about the hungry, tantrummy toddler; Michael was concerned about his hungry, pregnant wife; and Mare was hungry and pregnant! We all had a right to freak out.
Dork.
Wahhhhhhhhhhh! Somebody call the wahhhhhhhhhhhhmbulance.
You’re just damn lucky you left your keys on the windowsill and that I left one of the windows near the windowsill unlocked.
Or, could it have been that I analyzed all possible resolutions, found one that seemed to be the easiest and then resolved the issue? It couldn’t be that? I didn’t go through all possible scenarios, you know. Oye.
you guys are so cute. ^_^
i can feel the angst that must have been at the time, but i’m glad it worked out and nothing burned down.