Locked in.

Hi all. I am locked in my house and I can't get out.

"How did this happen?", you may well ask. Funny story.


It started on a cool, rainy morning, much like this morning, in that it was this morning. My loverly fiance drove me to school, taking my car (and my keys with him). Then my friend M came to pick me up because I got done with my Audiology exam much earlier than I had anticipated (*ahem, I NAILED that sucker right to the wall.). So we went for coffee, pretzels, blah blah.

Then we decided to go back to my house to a.) save fiance the trip and b.) play with the buddy dog. When we got to my house, I began to dig around in my backpack looking for my keys, and then it hits me: fiance's got my keys. So I asked M for a ride to Whole Foods, but instead, she backed her truck up to the fence. Bear in mind, it's a wet day. Everything is wet and slippery.

She stood on the back of the truck and jumped over the fence, but she slipped as she landed... right into Buddy poo.

Then, she crawled through the doggy door, only to discover that the back door was unlocked the whole time. But then we realized that we can't unlock the front door, because it is one of those obnoxious deadbolts that needs a key to unlock.

So we took the screen from the window on the front of the house off and I climbed through. And then we sat around and watched Buddy lick American Cheese out of a busy buddy for forty five minutes. Then M crawled out the window and went to the gym.

The end and good night.