House Arrest

You know, I was staring at my blog earlier this morning and wishing I had something interesting to write about, and I have to say that will be the last time those words ever cross my brain. Be careful what you wish for, and all that.

I let Woody take my car to campus today, mostly so there would be more sleep this morning, but my car has a parking decal and his doesn't so it made sense for him to take it when he wasn't going to ride his bike. So I gave him the keys to my car and kissed him goodbye and wished him good luck on his test and then rolled over and went back to sleep.

Cut scene... couple hours later... I've eaten lunch and noticed a few things:
1. The trash is full
2. I am almost out of diet soda
3. Mac and cheese is the greatest lunch of all time (OF ALL TIME)

Anyway, I decided to take the trash out because I make an excellent little housewife. I went to the door to get my keys - wait, not there. Hmm. You see, I live an old house which locks and unlocks from the inside only with the use of a key. And I had given my keys to boyfriend so that he didn't have to bike to school this morning. Then I remembered that W had left me his keys today in case I needed to drive anywhere. Most excellent, I thought, crisis averted! I grabbed his keys and realized he had left me JUST the keys to his car, and none of his other keys which does make sense I guess, since I don't really need the keys to his place or anything - but it was another escape route I didn't have. I frantically checked all of the doors - all of which require a key to lock and unlock from inside - all of which are locked.

You guys, I am LOCKED IN.

I realize that I have one final option: I could climb through a window and hunt down the last key which is hidden outside somewhere. For use in case of emergency. This totally and completely qualifies as a case of emergency, you know. I talk myself down from this option because the windows in this house are really hard to open and also, I don't want to frighten the neighbors.

Recap:
My key: with Woody
Spare key #1: with Woody
Spare key #2: Outside where I can't get to it


I sent him a text message informing him of this situation, he calls me not 10 minutes later (he should be in class, you know) and was like, "How is your house?" and after I laugh and tell him it is excellent he offers to come set me free. Glad to know that humor comes first on his priority list, because it certainly does on mine, and he makes me laugh more than anyone I've ever known.

So here I am, stuck in the house with a full trash can and several hours until my knight in shining armor rides home to my rescue. I wish I could end this story with, "and then I checked the door and it was never locked in the first place and I was free at last from house arrest," but sadly that just isn't the case. Not every story gets to have a happy ending, you know.