It's just getting laughable at this point.
I got locked out of the house on Tuesday.
In my swimming suit.
I had my cell phone. (It's necessary for timing when to turn over when tanning. Luckily)
I had my ghetto sunglasses from our secret service themed girls camp.
The options I considered in the order I thought of them:
1. Break into the house through the open kitchen window. I texted my husband, he said this was not a legitimate option. He doesn't want a bent screen.
2. Go hang out at my neighbor's house until my husband got home 5 hours later. Did I mention that we're new in the neighborhood? And that I was in my swimming suit?
3. Walk to my mother-in-law's house. She lives a mile away. I'm guessing I'd see a minimum of 10 people I know on the way there. Too bad I was barefoot right?Ha! ...though we did have diving flippers on the back porch now that I think about it...
4. Hangout and wait until my husband could leave work to rescue me.
I chose option number four, called my mom and had a nice coversation, and cleaned up the back porch. All in all I was only locked out for about 45 minutes.
If your not cringing on my behalf by now, wait for the best part of the story...my husband had been playing with settings on his phone over the weekend. He decided to turn on the audio reading of text messages so when I texted this in my hour of need:
"Oh no. Help! I'm locked outside of the house... In my swimming suit!"
Everyone in the cubicles next to him heard it too. Ha. Ha. Ha.
I can't wait for the company bar-b-que!