Locked Out

By Whitney

The brevity of this post can be blamed on a minor mishap that characterized my afternoon. I left the house without my key.

(photo credit: stephendepolo on flickr.com)

My college roommate and go-to “rescue me” friend lives within blocks of my house, but when we dug through her infamous junk drawer, we discovered a collection of fifteen or twenty unlabled keys. Sure that mine was one of the ones with a distinct key chain, she sent me off with two to try. Neither worked.

My kids were totally fine with playing in our backyard with no access to our house. My husband joked via text message that we could pee in the grassy area and survive on our meager garden vegetables. (He had already agreed to begin his commute home early if I needed him to.)

The whole thing was over in a couple of hours, as it turned out that my friend did indeed have a copy of my house key. After discovering it at her house, she surprised me and my children by emerging from our backdoor and inviting us inside our own house.

So I guess tomorrow I’ll go hide a key under a rock in my neighbor’s backyard. What’s your rescue plan?