Dumbass?
D’OH!
What kind of idiot finds themselves locked out of their own house?
Well, yes, that would be ME. Did it yesterday. Took my gym back to work as I do every day, but 4.00 pm rolled around and I decided that I just didn’t have the energy or the inclination to go. So unloaded the contents of my bag - money, makeup, book etc into a cloth bag, to save dragging the huge sports bag all the way home, and off I toddled.
It wasn’t until I got outside my front door that I realised ‘CRAP, I forgot my keys’!!
I was faced with the prospect of shinning over the back gate (not something I relished doing whilst wearing a long, floaty skirt), sitting on the doorstep for an hour and a half like an orphan or ringing my parents.
I opted for ringing the Parents. Who were of course OUT. At my sisters, where they seem to have taken up permanent residence.
Anyway, by the time I eventually tracked them down, explained to my father and then again to my mother, exactly WHY I didn’t have a key and that I needed somewhere to wait for an hour, I had lost the will to live.
My mum fussed and flapped, and if she said once ‘see? I told you should have left us a spare key’ she said it 500 times. She also kept trying to feed me, as obviously being locked out of my home meant that I was starving to death.
SIGH.
Anyway, eventually the Beloved Grumpy arrived home, picked up my messages and came to rescue me, but it threw me for the rest of the evening. Dinner was late, I had a show in SL that I just about managed to scrape in for, and it put me in a really bad mood!
The one good thing was that I got an extra squidge of baby Emily that I wasn’t expecting. She really is the cutest baby ever, although I may be slightly biased on that.
Here’s hoping that everyone else had a better day than I did!
Oh and it was cloudy too, so my solar lights didn’t come in properly L. Boo to English summers.