Yesterday morning I grabbed my lunch bag, my coat, and my gloves and walked out the door. I instinctively clicked the handle lock on the way out and upon closing the door realized… my keys were still on the counter. I had locked myself out.

I went into the garage and tried to find a tool that would allow me to enter through the basement door… no luck. After about 10 minutes of struggling I finally just called and woke up Shaun L.

Shaun came down and let me in. I grabbed my keys… and zipped off to work.

::time passes::

Last night I had to go to Kung Fu. I grabbed my bo staff and my equipment, clicked the handle lock on the door, closed the door, and promptly realized I’d done it again. I had locked myself out of the house.

Twice. in the same day.

This time, no one was home to let me in. So I went and grabbed a ladder from the garage, climbed up onto the roof, and started checking windows. Miraculously, I had left a window in my room open.

Ugh. Yesterday was just one of those days.