Okay, have to share this, even though I will probably never live it down. SO, here we go. Long day at work, head to straight to babysit the k's. Get home around 11:15 pm, pull out my keys, and... no keys to my house!!!!!!! I have all my other keys, but not the ring with the house keys and mail key on it. So, you know the drill. Empty out your purse, search your car. Retrace your steps the last time you remember having them...meanwhile, trying really hard not to pee your pants. No keys. Check near the mailbox, no keys. Check near the front office, no keys. Call the emergency # on the office door, leave a message. Call home, rant and rave, still try not to pee. The whole time praying that you really aren't losing your mind but they are actually gone. Throw in the prayer that you either need to find the keys, or lose the need to void! Call a friend (by this time it is 1145) ask to use their bathroom. Drive back over, race up the stairs, ahhh, RELIEF!!!! back downstairs, dump your purse on the floor. Still no keys. Then... Brainstorm! Maybe the living room window is still open. Hopefully I didn't actually be responsible and close the windows. EUREKA!!! Two windows are open, just have to pop the screen, crawl in, and viola!
So, what did I learn, you ask? well, 2 things. First, there is a really prickly bush outside my window. and it really hurts when you butt is in it. And 2nd, breaking into my apartment is pretty noisy! That is a relief. At least if someone breaks in, I will hear it! (I figured if a cat can break into my apartment, then I can too.) A few weeks ago, I really had a cat burglar. A cat managed to paw out a corner of a screen, and crawled in. Freaked me out, early saturday morning, got out of the shower, and there is this cat! He is a pretty cat, but a little disconcerting to have him break in. Oh well, that is story for today!