Saturday, March 21, 2009

Getting locked out...

One early morning in the cold of winter a couple of months ago, Chloe (my little dachshund) and I went out so I could get the paper. I was wearing only my gown and robe (thank goodness for the robe). The door I went out usually unlocks when you turn the knob…but for some reason it did NOT unlock and when I got back to the door to go in…YIKES…I discovered we were locked out. That door would not budge. This is one of those French doors with all the little windows…15 little panes. Hmmm…I went around to the kitchen door which has 9 little panes…but it was locked…just as I knew it was…but I was hoping maybe it wasn’t. The two other doors to the house have dead-bolt locks and they were locked up tight. I hated to break out a window…and I tried to think of what else I could do. I was getting very cold.

I was able to get in the garage where it was warmer…and when I got in there, I looked around for something to break out a window…when I realized I could get in my studio where there was a phone. The lady who pet sits for me has a key…but it was so early and I really hated to call her…but I didn’t want to sit in the garage for half the morning. I decided to call my husband who was down at the river house for a few days fishing. I didn’t know what he could do…but at least I felt better calling him. Now in cold weather, my husband is NOT an early riser…so I knew he’d be sleeping in… and I was afraid I wouldn’t even be able to wake him…but he finally answered the phone. I said…”I’m locked out…which door do you want me to break out a window…I’m cold and I want to get in”. To which he replied…”I don’t want you to break out ANY window…I want you to get the key out of my tool box and unlock the door”. And then, of course, he asked the “stupid question of the day”, “why did you lock yourself out”…to which I replied…”so I could wake you up this morning to see if we had any spare keys hidden anywhere outside the house”….but we did finally laugh about it and I felt so much better knowing I could get back in where it was warm. Chloe was at the door where we went out…barking “her head off”…mad, ‘cause she thought I’d forgotten and left her outside…and she hadn’t had her breakfast yet.

5 comments:

Carol said...

Thank You! I giggled the whole time. I'm glad I'm not the only one. I told hubby what happened and he said, "See I told you never to go outside barefoot" I could have choked him.(I have stone bruises on the bottom of my feet)
Thanks again for the great story:)

Anonymous said...

Great reply to the "why did" question! Your note cards are wonderful! And I am looking to buy the key finder---hope I can locate one. winna

PAK ART said...

I've had similar moments. Like the time I fell into our lake while trying to get out of the rowboat onto the dock. "Why did you do that?" asks the husband, like I planned it.

A Lady's Life said...

So funny.
Love your art work.
I also love to paint,knit crochet,sew.
I have never tried doing a quilt and would really love to learn. I understand doing the top part, but the underneath part gets a little confusing. Wonderful stuff. Keep up the good work.

Sharon said...

Carolyn, I'm laughing with you. This sounds like some of my escapades and the exchanges between me and my hubby. Glad you got back in where it was warm. LOL