My Perpetual Blonde Moment

Oh the joys of being homeless.

Because I'm moving into new apartments this fall, (which I'm slightly nervous for, but whatevs) I'm spending some quality time with mom and dad, (who are not here) at the house. While I'm up here, I've decided to take care of some essentials like a trip to the dentist and getting my oil changed. I was able to get an appointment at Spring Creek Dental at 8 yesterday morning. Apart from the dentist appointment, yesterday was supposed to be amazing. I was going to have the house all to myself and I was going to take advantage of that. Tanning, running, watching a couple of movies, reading my books, and maybe baking a little something, something were just a few of the things on my to-do list. Too bad I walked out of the house without my keys, effectively locking myself out for like, the billionth time.

I slightly panicked as I walked down the the health center, (excuse me, wellness center) but I assured myself that I would find a way in like I always did. No big deal. I called Mom. I called Dad. They both told me the same thing: try the bathroom window since it's always open! Okay, no problem. Except I'm a little more curvacious than I used to be and I was dubious that I would actually fit through the window. But, I still attempted it. I was a bit worried about how I would dismount the window, as the chances of falling into the bathtub below resulting in a concussion or a broken ankle were pretty high. But, as I pried the screen off the window, tearing my nails and disturbing several spiders, I discovered that the window pane, for the first time in forever, was latched. Great.

I started to panic a little bit more as I retried every door and rechecked every reachable window in the house. No such luck. I called Dad again. Several swear words later he had me walk to the garage door to try sending the garage door opener signal through our phones. That's a myth if I ever heard one. I checked Mom's car, (which I had distinctly left unlocked the night before) to use the other garage door opener. Too bad Clint moved her car that morning and locked the doors after he finished.

So then, Dad gets this brilliant idea. You can make house keys now by merely giving the number on the key to the guy who makes they keys! So I walked downtown. The Merc directed me to the auto parts store, assuring me they could do it. So I walked over to the auto store. Nope. They can't do it. They have to have the actual key to do it. But don't worry! Park City can do it! Too bad my car keys were also locked in the house.

I was stuck. Every nook and cranny into the house was locked and every option I had failed. Goodness, you would have though we lived in the city! Who locks up their house in Coalville anyway??? Luckily, Dad was able to leave his work early so I only had to sit outside for like, 3 more hours. Oh well. At least I got a tan! . . . a farmer's tan . . .