This morning my wife locked herself out of the house on which the keyring contained the car keys as well.
What follows is her story of the events that unfolded this morning and how she retrieved the keys.
Scene: We have a swinging cat door in our basement window
which is located under our deck.
Characters: Fat Boy = our fat lazy cat
Cheryl = next door neighbor
Kristin = wife's boss
Rylan = little kid our neighbor babesits for.
"I tell you, I'm just a menace to myself lately. OK here goes.
Went out of the house w/ keys, knapsack, violin and locked door. Realized I left fat boy in airconditioned bedroom. Went back in and pants I'm wearing today have no pockets so tossed keys on kitchen table. Got fat boy out of bedroom and went out door. In the nano-second before the door clicked, I realized I left keys inside. Went over to Cheryl's. Called Kristin and left message (who later told me she was howling when she got message. She's locked herself out a couple times before - once in her nightgown). Went back over to house to figure out how to get in. Most windows were shut down but the one in downstairs bathroom still open. Took kayaks off sawhorses (kayaks stored outside), and stood on that and tried to jimmy open the screen but it has both clips so wasn't budging. Stood there in the blazing sun thinking of other options. Cat window was only other way (other than calling locksmith). Went back over to Cheryl's and got some tools to remove lattice from deck. Am dressed in nice pants and shirt so figured I would just take them off (so don't ruin them) and crawl under the deck and through window in my underwear. Then had visions of getting stuck in the window in my underwear and the fire dept having to come rescue me. So asked Cheryl to borrow old t-shirt. (Rylan asked what I needed the tools for so I told him I had to fix my door). Told Cheryl if I didn't call in 1/2 hour to come over and check on me. Back at house, I took off clothes and put on t-shirt and proceeded to unscrew lattice work. Got that off and crawled under deck to window. Dirty and sweating like a pig at this point. Sat there for a moment contemplating if I'd fit (the opening looked very small) and eyeing all the spiders and cobwebs (eeeeuuuu!) and deciding if I should go feet first or head first. Decided head first as could close my eyes and not have to look at all those spiders. So in I went. T-shirt caught on something but managed to get it loose with out ripping it. I inched down the kitty ramp on my stomach. Gave Cheryl a call to let her know OK and jumped into shower. I have a few scratches, but otherwise OK. Measured the window - only about 13"x11. " (See being skinny has some advantages). Returned tools to Cheryl and Rylan asked if I had fixed my door. Got to work and told Kristin the ordeal, which we both were laughing hysterically over. "
So, any of you mugs got a "locked out" story that can top this one!!

Scene: We have a swinging cat door in our basement window
which is located under our deck.
Characters: Fat Boy = our fat lazy cat
Cheryl = next door neighbor
Kristin = wife's boss
Rylan = little kid our neighbor babesits for.
"I tell you, I'm just a menace to myself lately. OK here goes.
Went out of the house w/ keys, knapsack, violin and locked door. Realized I left fat boy in airconditioned bedroom. Went back in and pants I'm wearing today have no pockets so tossed keys on kitchen table. Got fat boy out of bedroom and went out door. In the nano-second before the door clicked, I realized I left keys inside. Went over to Cheryl's. Called Kristin and left message (who later told me she was howling when she got message. She's locked herself out a couple times before - once in her nightgown). Went back over to house to figure out how to get in. Most windows were shut down but the one in downstairs bathroom still open. Took kayaks off sawhorses (kayaks stored outside), and stood on that and tried to jimmy open the screen but it has both clips so wasn't budging. Stood there in the blazing sun thinking of other options. Cat window was only other way (other than calling locksmith). Went back over to Cheryl's and got some tools to remove lattice from deck. Am dressed in nice pants and shirt so figured I would just take them off (so don't ruin them) and crawl under the deck and through window in my underwear. Then had visions of getting stuck in the window in my underwear and the fire dept having to come rescue me. So asked Cheryl to borrow old t-shirt. (Rylan asked what I needed the tools for so I told him I had to fix my door). Told Cheryl if I didn't call in 1/2 hour to come over and check on me. Back at house, I took off clothes and put on t-shirt and proceeded to unscrew lattice work. Got that off and crawled under deck to window. Dirty and sweating like a pig at this point. Sat there for a moment contemplating if I'd fit (the opening looked very small) and eyeing all the spiders and cobwebs (eeeeuuuu!) and deciding if I should go feet first or head first. Decided head first as could close my eyes and not have to look at all those spiders. So in I went. T-shirt caught on something but managed to get it loose with out ripping it. I inched down the kitty ramp on my stomach. Gave Cheryl a call to let her know OK and jumped into shower. I have a few scratches, but otherwise OK. Measured the window - only about 13"x11. " (See being skinny has some advantages). Returned tools to Cheryl and Rylan asked if I had fixed my door. Got to work and told Kristin the ordeal, which we both were laughing hysterically over. "
So, any of you mugs got a "locked out" story that can top this one!!
