I enjoyed a nice evening on my side deck last night. --Facebook Version Keeping it real version-- After a long day I arrived back home. Tired and starving I set down my keys, purse, phone, started dinner and unloaded the plants and soil I just bought. After adding my gf pasta to the boiling water, I decided to step out on the side deck for a second. The door closed behind me, I turned to go back inside but to no avail. I was locked out! Stupid bottom lock! I analyzed the situation after realizing there was no way in and no phone to call for help I began devising a plan to leap to my back deck, where I knew the door was unlocked. After a couple of attempts the realization of how high up and how short my leap is kept me from completing this attempt. With it being Tuesday night I knew it would be a couple of hours, at least, before Hudson would be home. I did yell to a passing golf cart and to one of the kids in the neighborhood, but they could not hear me. So I sat and I waited occasionally peering into the house to make sure there were no flames from the pasta which was surely charcoal by now. Finally there he was my hero and I was freed and my house smelt like burnt pasta. Good Times, once I decided not to fight it and accepted I was not going to break in it was rather relaxing. Lol
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 13:47:16 +0000
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