After a long day at work, I went home. Dinner was started.
I turned on the stove, to let my griddle pan warm up. I then put some frozen veggies in a pan and turned it on. I ran outside to pull a few weeds.
And the door locked behind me.
I'm out there. No keys. No phone. No shoes.
What else could I do? I panicked.
I tried to bust through my door. No dice.
Finally a nice bystander offered to get over the fence to my back yard and break the window in my laundry room door. I walked over broken glass, and turned off the stove.
And then I lost it. It was a panic attack of epic proportions. (So bad that I was shaky the NEXT day). I called a multitude of people. many came over to make sure that I was physically ok.
Friends came over. The glass was cleaned up. The glass was picked out of my feet. I eventually cleaned the kitchen, and even managed to salvage my pans from the burnt dinner.
|What is up with the face?????|
The Spousal Equivalent ran out to the closest fast food joint and came back with a Happy Meal. He knows what I like.
I discovered that the dog took a crap on the bed. I'm not surprised.
Which was the perfect end to the crappiest day!
For a few weeks we lived with the cardboard on the door. The dog's kennel was upstairs. Life was a tad disrupted.
But yesterday that all changed!
I now have to get a vacuum and make sure all the glass and paint chips and calk are up....
But it's fixed!!
And now I'm OBSESSIVE about having my keys on me.