prosodic: (omg wtfucketh?)
Karyn ([personal profile] prosodic) wrote2008-07-20 12:11 pm

funny now...not funny 5 minutes ago

I stepped outside to clean the sliding glass door, and once I was out, the little wooden thing we use to keep the door closed fell into place.

Oh shit.

Luckily, I had windows open. I thought I would try to pop out a screen. Couldn't do it. I went around the front of the house to try and find a way to break in. Couldn't figure out how to do it without actually destroying a window screen. Besides, I didn't want anyone to think I was *actually* breaking into the house...what if they didn't know I lived here?

But my brother is on his way here right now, so I had to get inside.

I went back to the backyard, pulled a stake out of the garden, and wedged my arm through the small opening in the glass door, in an attempt to move the wooden thing out of the way. Didn't work.

Went back out front. Meanwhile, Reece is following me from front door to back...front door to back...completely uncomprehending of my situation. Not that she would be able to do anything about it anyway...she's a dog and she doesn't think that way.

Started to push in the screen on the front door, and it gave just enough for me to stick my hand through and unlock the screen door. Thank God the front door was open.

So now I'm back in. No window screens were harmed.

But honestly...could you imagine my brother showing up at my house (if he doesn't get lost on his way here) and finding me trying to break in? Sheesh.

[identity profile] lijepanena.livejournal.com 2008-07-20 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Zoe once locked herself in a running car. My car doesn't have automatic locks, so when she was jumping and spazzing in the car, she pushed down the lock. Luckily the car was still at my house! My purse, cell phone and everything were in the car. I had to break into my own house to get the spare keys.

It's always so nerve wracking to get locked out of a car or a house.