Ever have to break into your new home?

I locked us out of the house.

I don't know how it happened. HippieHusband went outside because there was a big back hoe, two trucks, and six men outside of the front of the house. The city was putting in sidewalks on our side of the street. The problem: our commercial trailer was arriving today. Bored, I went outside, pulled the front door behind me, and it locked. The front door, the backdoor and the garage were inaccessible because they were all locked. All the windows were closed because I get cold in the early morning. The extra key we had made up for when I lock myself out (which happens frequently, need I say more) was inside. The cell phone was inside. Not that it mattered because we didn’t know the phone number or address of PersonablePropertyManager.

HippieHusband sat on our back porch and I could read the expression on his face. It was the same one he had on our wedding day when I told him that I forgot the marriage license at home.

At least it was sunny and warm outside.

It turns out there was one window slightly ajar and it was the one to the laundry room. The laundry room is attached to the house in two ways: through a latched door to the kitchen and a locked door to the small bathroom. The other door in the laundry room leads to the basement apartment where ChristianCollegeStudent lives. We tore the screen window, HippieHusband hoisted me up, and I crawled into the small window.

Of course the doors were locked.

We tried the extra key that PersonablePropertyManager said was in the shed but it didn’t work for the front or backdoor. Likely it opened the ChristianCollegeStudent’s apartment and the other basement apartment, which currently served as storage for NiceChristianCouple’s furniture.

In my frustration at trying to break into our kitchen with a bobby pin, I yelled out to HippieHusband, “What if the key for our house is in the apartment where the NiceChristianCouple stored their furniture?!”

Next thing I knew HippieHusband came through the latched kitchen door and let me into the house.

Good thing I think quickly on my feet.