So this morning started off with a bang. I was getting ready to leave the house this morning (late, as per usual, sorry Ru!) and had my purse and my lunch and my sunglasses all in hand. I looked at my keys in the bowl and thought, Hey, there are my keys, good.

I then proceeded to lock the knob of my front door and step into the hallway, closing said door. Which was locked. With my keys sitting in the bowl. I then proceeded to swear a blue streak. I cut through the basement, then up the back stairs to see if, perhaps, we had left the kitchen door unlocked after taking the garbage out.

No such luck.

Ah ha! thought I. Surely I can get in one of our rickety windows! After much poking and prodding, I discovered that only the storm window into my bedroom was crappy enough to be jimmied open. Except that the window sill was about six feet off the ground. So I went back into the basement, fetched a chair from the laundry room and somehow managed to boost myself up and shimmy onto my bedroom floor.

It was not graceful. I have no future as a cat burglar.

I just hope no one called the police but since no one has called here... Yeah. I'm lame.