Last Friday I had lunch plans with my mum 4 noon... Did my random errand-ish blah, cleaned up, showered and changed. Was wicked giddy about the sunshiney goodness and smiled crooked as I slammed the front door behind me... turning slowly realized that my car/house etc keys were hanging from the Winnie the Pooh rack INSIDE. Blah! Ran around frantically checking all the 1st floor windows and doors. Of course all were lowered and locked. (insert GRR here) Scoured the yard and came up with a plan- 3 air conditioners, 10 masonry slabs, and a above ground pool ladder all facilitated my clambering onto the roof and ninja rolling to to slightly ajar 2nd floor bedroom window. Yay breaking into my own house by means of transcending my uber clumsiness :)
After snaking through the 1/2 window I lay on the soft cream shag and just giggled.
