When I moved to Dallas, I had an interesting experience. One weekend shortly after I moved, I went back to Abilene for a visit and to get a few more things. Upon my return, I managed to lock myself out of my apartment on my balcony......you can read the whole story here. Suffice it to say, it was a stressful evening.
Well, there must just be a thing with me, new houses and locked doors. See, I've been in my new house for about 2 weeks and managed to lock myself and my mom in the garage last night.
I've had a contractor working on re-converting the garage back into a garage from an exercise room. Mom and I were out there looking what needed to be done to rearrange boxes and shelves so that I can start to park my car in my new garage. The door from the house to the garage is a pretty flimsy interior door and, now that the garage is a garage again, I'm going to have David replace it with a steel, insulated door. Thankfully, he hasn't done that yet!
So, you can probably figure out the rest.....the door from the garage to the house was locked and it accidentally got closed behind us. We could get out of the garage since they installed the door and opener yesterday, but the front door was also locked. So, what to do? Well, remember I mentioned it was a pretty flimsy door from the garage to the house...... so I did what anyone would do - I busted the door open. Amazingly it only took about 3 hits with my hip to break out the striker plate and we were back in.
So, I definitely need to find strategic hiding places for keys to help me out in case this drama ever happens again!!