I got worked into a rush and locked my keys inside our house, only minutes after closing the last open windows on the first floor.

Sliding my hand across the backside of my pocketless pants, I realize my cell phone is sitting on a table next to the window just out of reach. Rushing around to check the locked windows I felt a panic begin to boil and I wanted to cry.

No time for tears, I just finished my mascara and needed to get back inside. “At least you have shoes on,” I told myself “At least you weren’t in a bathrobe.” Continue reading I Locked Myself Out of the House