Tuesday, June 18, 2013
major event happened this morning, in my mind. DH and I were locked out of our house because each of us thought the other one had the keys when we were walking our dogs. neither of us had keys. 1 hr 15 minutes later and $120 poorer, the locksmith got us in our house. he blames me for lack of caring about the locksmith being bonded and/or licensed or with the better business bureau. i just wanted in the house so that my furkids could get cooled down and i could get to work.
so, we need a new doorknob, which apparently we got a good one since the locksmith stated it was very difficult to pick.
so, am i overmedicated on antianxiety meds or was i just not fully awake? i think it was both. i really didn't care about the locksmith because i knew we would get the knob replaced, and we have a deadbolt. plus, all the windows are always locked when we aren't home. besides, we have NOTHING of value in our house except my furkids.