Locked Out

Dan is at the youth worker's retreat at the Wilds and I am staying at dad and mom's. Now you may be asking why, since we have our new house and there is always a lot to do. Well, the answer is ... I am locked out of my very own house and don't want to pay to have a locksmith come bail me out.

Here's the story. Since we have moved into the house, I have not had a house key. We discussed hiding one, but that hasn't happened yet. I have been relying on my trusty garge door opener, which has worked well since we closed on the house in December. So, I drove my car to work today (the suburban, since my car is dead). Mom and Dad left for Orlando, taking my Suburban (and the garage door opener) because I need to pick up my Great Aunt on Friday and she can't get into the Suburban, so I am driving Dad's car. Needless to say, forgetful me forgot the garage door opener. And I am sure all the windows are locked, and so are all the doors. The blinds are open ... no lights on, though, so I am pretty pleased about that. I do miss my nice big comfy bed, but Dad and Mom's will have to do. Dan will send a key back with Pastor tomorrow. The housework will still be there for me. Until then, it is either laugh or cry ... I choose to LAUGH! :) I have never been locked out before, so this is a new experience.