The photos you are about to witness are a reenactment; they are not photos of the actual crisis as it unfolded.
Our story begins here:
Alice’s car was in the shop and ready to be picked up. Alice drove my car to work. I accompany hubby in his truck, pick up Alice’s car. Handy dandy Hubby has volunteered to do the Sam’s Club run, so I drive home in Alice’s car. With only the extra key. No house keys. No door opener can I find in Alice’s car. This little Genie and I have never gotten along in twenty years. Will not open for me. My emergency is, “I am locked out”. “No worries” I think to myself, as luckily the back gate is not padlocked. I head for the pool and have a little visit with Mr. Walrus. Hubby should be home soon… This is when I need to inform my readers that I am the only person on the planet who does NOT own a cell phone.
I sit there until the cool deck feels too hard and not so cool and take a little trip over to
Mr. B’s Cantina.
I have another beer.
I noticed the bark on the trees.
(I love you, Renee!)
Appreciated the hearts and flowers that I grew from clipping. Suddenly the dogs, who have been locked inside the house, watching me wander about the yard, begin to bark. Hubby is home. It turns out that Sam’s Club was out of avocados, so when he was finished there, he ran over to Fry’s. Good Hubby.
He sees me standing at the glass door and starts to laugh and lets me in. He tells me I am too hot to hug. He asks me if I’m drunk! I have a new appreciation for central air conditioning.
Moral of the story:
Crap happens. You can whine about it, or see it from a new perspective.