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It's eight thirty, and I have a hankering for some ice cream. It's been far too long since I've had some so I decide to grab the spare keys for my car, some loose change, and find a drive-through where I can get some without putting on shoes. (the "some" is referring to ice cream - get your mind out of the gutter)
As I drive up to my house, sweet goodness in hand, I have the distinct feeling that I have just done something stupid. Spare keys. For the car. Only. And I always lock the door. Ooops. No problem, the back door is always unlocked - well, when other people are responsible for locking up, but not when I am. Every window and every door is well secured, and I am just about ready to drive over to Aaron and Meredith's to get their spare house key, when I remember that the kitchen window is always cracked for ventilation.
I am a short woman, but mighty flexible. Upon realizing that the window opening will not be wide enough for me to jump for leverage without smashing my head, I recognize that my legs will have to initiate the climb. And I succeed. But make a pretty funny picture, and have to remind myself that laughing while halfway through a window is not a wise move - then again, neither is locking the door without the key.
And by the way, I think it is a crying shame that I can no longer enjoy a full ice cream. I get about a third into it, and am sugared up, finished. I should have only paid 40 cents.
As I drive up to my house, sweet goodness in hand, I have the distinct feeling that I have just done something stupid. Spare keys. For the car. Only. And I always lock the door. Ooops. No problem, the back door is always unlocked - well, when other people are responsible for locking up, but not when I am. Every window and every door is well secured, and I am just about ready to drive over to Aaron and Meredith's to get their spare house key, when I remember that the kitchen window is always cracked for ventilation.
I am a short woman, but mighty flexible. Upon realizing that the window opening will not be wide enough for me to jump for leverage without smashing my head, I recognize that my legs will have to initiate the climb. And I succeed. But make a pretty funny picture, and have to remind myself that laughing while halfway through a window is not a wise move - then again, neither is locking the door without the key.
And by the way, I think it is a crying shame that I can no longer enjoy a full ice cream. I get about a third into it, and am sugared up, finished. I should have only paid 40 cents.