I reached back to check, hoping against hope that I hadn't done what I thought I just did. Yep...locked. Grrrr!
Now what? I assess what I have with me. My pocket knife, chap stick, nail clippers and a bottle of water.
|A cardinal who often visits my window sill.|
There's no choice...I must call hubby and confess. Since I don't have my cell phone, I trudge up the street to the convenience store to use the phone, make the call, and trudge back. As usual, he takes it all in stride, explains his need to take an unplanned half day of vacation and heads home.
It'll take at least an hour for him to get home, so I figured since I came out to mow the yard, I might as well do it while I waited.
The good news from all of this...my house, although a modest brick ranch, is really a fortress. With the doors locked, no one (especially me) is getting in.
Care to share your best lock out stories?