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All You Need is Keys

So yesterday, Jeffrey and I decided to go on a much needed grocery shopping trip to Winco. Now how things ACTUALLY played out depends on who you ask, so I will try and be objective. I say he grabbed the keys, he says I did, either way…….the keys did not get grabbed.

We always lock the door from the inside before shutting it behind us, and so it was done on this particular afternoon. As soon as Jeffrey shut it and began venturing to the car, he asked, “So you have the keys right.” I have learned over our time of being together that Jeffrey likes to make jokes and mess with me so I assumed he had them and was just trying to freak me out. Apparently not.

We have two other keys for the house. One of them was up in Washington with a friend who had been taking care of our house while we were in California the week before, and the other was with a friend a few miles away. Thankfully Jeffrey had his phone with him and we made the logical choice to call the friend a few miles away. . . no answer . . . no answer again. . . new plan.

This is not the first time someone has been locked out of our house. Once before our roommate had gotten in an open window using a ladder (I have no idea where from) and Jeffrey had gotten in a window as well a separate time. I never really knew how exactly but I learned quickly as he was obviously going to repeat the same senario. Thankfully, I have left the bathroom window cracked open upstairs and so it was the target. We have no ladder and it is about 10 feet up to the roof. There is a fence about 5 feet to the left of the roof, however. Here is how it all played out:

Step 1: Situate trashcan next to fence

Step 2: Get on trashcan (while Sheri holds it sturdy to prevent bodily harm)

Step 3: Get onto fence while holding side of the house for balance (keep in mind the fense and the house are 5 feet away from eachother)

Step 4: Push off of fence and attemp to dangle awkwardly from side of house, thrashing around trying to get a leg up.

Step 5: Successful landing!

Step 6: Using pocketknife (I knew it would come in handy someday), pop out screen and slide open cracked window

Step 7: Climb in Window (window is about 2ft by 1 ft…It was entertaining to watch considering the toilet is the only thing on the other side of the window)

Step 8: Put screen back in and let Sheri in downstairs!

Damage down: Some nasty scrapes on Jeffrey’s arm from the roof of the house, minor bleeding on his ankle from thrashing

Needless to say, we grabbed the keys and were on our way!

(Jeffrey wanted to make sure I mentioned his man-ly-ness in the whole situation. . .yes. . .very manly =)

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