Mood:
Happy to be home.
We locked ourselves out of our house last night.
Ring, ring.
“Hiiii Ellen.”
“Hi, Bill. I am so, so sorry to be calling so late.”
“That’s ok. I’m downtown.”
To myself: Really? That’s odd. (My landlord is a family man with two little kids). “Um, we locked ourselves out of the house. Do you have a spare key?”
Pause.
Pause.
“A spare key?”
Um, yes, a spare key.“Yes, uh-huh.”
Then it hit me. I had called Soccer Friend Bill, not Landlord Bill. Whoops.
An embarrassed apology, a rushed good-bye, and another phone call that resulted in a key ring with at least 20 keys on it (it was 11:30 at night, so we went over to his house to pick up the keys). After multiple tries with each key on each door and various failed attempts to burglarize our own home by finding and entering an open window, we called it quits and went over to Liz’s house to spend the night. Thanks, Liz!
I suppose this little story is getting a bit long…ok, to wrap it up: we called our landlord this morning, told him we weren’t able to get in, he went looking for another key that he remembered on the floor of his truck, came over, tried the key, and opened the door. We were in. Yes.
Food:
Breakfast: A big bowl of oatmeal. As I was placing the bowl on the front windowsill to take the food photos, I spotted two Jehovah’s witnesses walking towards our front door. They didn’t see me see them. But did they see me before I saw them?
“Hide! Hide!” I whispered to Lucas, as I tiptoed towards the corner of the dining room.
“What?”
“Hide! They’re coming to the front door!”
“Who?”
“Shhh! Jehovah’s witnesses!”
There was a knock on the door. We flattened ourselves against the wall. We could see their reflection in the t.v. Could they see ours. I was so embarrassed. Surely they had seen me and knew someone was home.
I placed my finger to my lips, and slid my back down the wall to crouch position on the floor. We froze.
Knock, knock, knock.
These poor ladies. I’m certain we are not the only ones that blatantly ignored them. But really. I didn’t want to be cornered into talking about religion, plus we had just gotten home but had somewhere to be.
They knocked again. There was a long pause, and then we heard a faint knocking on our neighbors’ door. We were in the clear. Whew.
I was going to post a recap of yesterday, but we’ve got to get going and I’ve got to get cleaned up. I still have make-up on from last night, I stink, and I want to brush my teeth with my own toothbrush. I was so desperate this morning that at Liz’s I used an abandoned toothbrush that was in her bathroom. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
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