I got to work an hour late this morning because: (drum roll please)
I locked myself out of the house, without my car keys.
See this?
It's a locked door.
So after trying to call several people who have spare keys, I called Hubby, who is at work, to ask if he hid an extra key somewhere. Turns out he didn't. So he left work, and drove home to let me into the house. Know what I did in the meantime?
That's right, I knit
on my doorstep because
it's raining. A lot.
Better and better.
But, on the bright side, my next door gay loves my shoes. And I love him.
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