No one broke in.
This morning, the girls were jumping around and NEEDED to go outside. I went to open the bedroom door but the portable deadbolt had jammed. Long story short, it took nearly 30 minutes to jimmy the thing open. At one point, I worked up into such a sweat that I shed most of my pajamas. The thought of a near naked, middle aged woman jumping up and down yanking on a door knob, snapping not so nice words and glaring at the dogs to get BACK horrifies ME. I can assure you that the girls were utterly confused. Now, my hands are stiff, bruised and there are two small blisters on my right hand. I am just grateful the house did not catch fire.
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4 comments:
Oh no! I think I would probably still be in there. Way to go getting yourself out!
I didn't even have tools to remove the pins from the door hinges! I REALLY didn't want to have to call the neighbor for help. It was a sad, sad situation.
Oh Penny, thanks for the laugh! It wouldn't have been funny if there had been an emergency, but I had this mental image....(I actually think I was the middle aged woman though, sounds like something I would do!) Tell me, do you still have the portable deadbolts or have they been consigned to the trash? (Giggle)
this is hysterical! Thanks!!
--karol
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