Nobody likes being locked out of the house, especially in winter.
The home is your sanctuary, your safe place. Provides protection, security and warmth. Heck, Xbox, Twizzlers and chips in it.
Last February, during the frozen food supermarket of Mother Nature, Green Bay, I had the house to myself for the afternoon and, in my opinion a bit 'much needed cleaning kit. The jeans, a T-shirt and slippers to wear, with my pastWomenswear week before the experimental phase.
Job was vacuuming. Our group of cats produces an extraordinary amount of hair, and I immediately filled the Dyson with the equivalent of the value of a whole animal hair. I walked into the garage to empty the vacuum, be sure to close the door behind me, not a precious stone or hot air to escape to leave this cold day.
I was on a roll, Getting Things Done, takes care of business, moving, shaking, rocking and rollingto beat my hand to the doorknob on the way back home - has refused to move. After trying everything I could think of, the stubborn door (ie move the handle a lot) to open, it was obvious that I was not always at home by the way I am in
The first thought I had was, how to get the door closed? It could be my daughter was playing with the castle? He jam? Evil spirits? As a result, the elements involved less rational thought found to make a fire (woodShelves and gasoline were taken into account) and select a place for my needs (rubbish bins and a bicycle helmet child were options). However, I had to find a way back home, like below zero would not forgive a man in slippers and a 1984 Huey Lewis T-shirts.
My best was to hope that I carelessly left unlocked one of the other three doors of our house. To test, I had to go out, dressed more for a hot toddy before aCamino as an expedition through the frozen snow, which in my garden. I got around the garage and found a pair of rain boots that were a marked improvement of slippers. And even if I do not find a jacket, a few old blankets on the move should have done.
The image of Clark Griswold in his attic to keep warm briefly flashed through my mind when I left the garage to check the other three ports. Nothing to do, Chicago. They were denser than Ned Flanders blocked alibi.
Ihurried back to the relative warmth of the garage, breathing heavily attacked in part because of cold air my lungs, in part, because around the house is now a serious workout in my sedentary life.
I had a new plan - freezing toes I barking that the garage is not a long term solution. I basically had two realistic options: the good old standing next to a neighbor and ask for his phone number or a quarter of a mile walk, I can think ofParent along the golf course and get a spare key.
Many do not want to look like an idiot, I naturally chose the only real way to the house of my mother. I would be much less embarrassing to ask for help. At least I saw without teeth
So I did my house Grama, choose the shortest way through courtyards along the deserted golf course. While the most direct way I fought literally wade through deep snow on foot, Irealized it was a mistake. My heart was pounding, my breathing was short and fast, and I began to believe that there was a strong possibility that I may die soon discovered there in my next good old backyard, the faces do not look down at a certain point during the snowmelt in the spring by a golfer in a safe manner if a lifeless corpse hit results in a penalty of two strokes.
Well, needless to say that did not fall this afternoon, and survived the accident with damage only part of my brainShort stories. Grama if spare key, lent me his car, and went back to my castle without further ado, I decided to sit safely for the rest of the afternoon, and Twizzlers Xbox controller firmly in hand.
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