April Fool's

I locked myself out of the house this morning. Ugh. Who does that?

Apparently I do.

It usually wouldn't matter, because Levi would be inside, and I could just bang on the door like a madwoman until he came and rescued me. And, it usually wouldn't matter, because I usually don't lock myself outside. On this particular morning, however, I did, and it just so happens that Levi left yesterday for his Spring tour of the West coast.

This is the best April Fool's joke I've ever played on myself. Way to go, self. Now we all know why I HATE APRIL FOOL'S JOKES.

It happened like this: The morning routine was running smoothly: shower, get dressed for work, feed Belle, let Belle outside, make breakfast to go (this is a relatively new one - maybe it's to blame), grab purse and make-up bag, flip the lock on the inside of the door, grab keys(house&car) from candy dish, pull door shut -NNNNOOOOOHHHH. That's where it happened. The 'grab keys from candy dish' part. Instead of getting my keys, I saw my ID, credit card, and lip gloss that had been placed there by Levi, at my request (he's blameless in this), before he left town (he had them in his wallet from a purse-less event we went to over the weekend). I thought, 'hmm, I should probably put those back in my purse'. So I did. The grab step was complete, the keys were neglected, and I was stuck outside. justlikethat.

Levi called about 30 seconds later, poor guy. He called the landlord, the maintenance guy, and Aaron. Aaron has a spare key because last time he was gracious enough to dogsit for us, we were supposed to leave him a key in the super-secret-key-hiding-place. Aaaand, we forgot. So, Levi's in Texas, I'm in Utah, Belle's locked inside doing the potty dance, and Aarons stuck outside of our house (seriously, how do we even still have friends?). The maintenance man had to take a spare key to our house, and that's how Aaron has a spare key.

Awesome Aaron (as he'll be referred to from here on out) was kind enough to get ready for school/mock-interview early and make the trip, way out ofhis way, to let me back inside. Lo and behold, Gary-the-landlord pulled up when Awesome Aaron was almost to the house and let me in. Sorry Awesome Aaron - sorry for making you get up early, drive out of your way, and then just turn back around. Thanks for being so nice about it :).

Good 'ol Gary gave me the, 'We don't usually do this' speech as he let me in. I thanked him profusely and went inside. Did I mention that Gary had parked his car in the driveway behind mine? No? Well, it shouldn't have mattered, except for the fact that after he let me in, he walked to the neighbors house to follow-up on some maintenance. Uh, Gary? I kind of need to leave. I'm only, like, an hour late for work. Morons can't be choosers though, right? So I did a little more waiting. This time, with my keys in hand.