Locked myself out of the house this morning -- real smooth. I had to call my husband a work (actually, because he rarely has his cell phone turned on/charged/with him, I had to call one of his work associates and have him relay the message to my husband to call me back on my cell -- my husband works for a cell phone company, folks, and he NEVER can be reached on his cell) to come and let me back in.
Number of times I have locked myself out of the house now? This makes it 4. (5, if you count the time, I thought I locked myself out, but really the key had just slipped into the lining of my shorts).
I think I need to hide that key outside. Or...maybe, make sure I have my wits about me when leaving the house instead of la-de-da-ing my way out the door. There's something to be said for my husband's OCD (he triple checks everything he does); has he ever locked himself out of anything? No. No, he has not.