Day Four Hundred and Fifty-Seven

The Lockout

In the year and 3 months Adam and I have been renting, we’ve never had any issues with our keys. We’ve never locked ourselves out. Not once. That, I’d say, is a pretty decent track run. But yesterday, our luck ran out. And for an entire hour, we sat outside the apartment at dusk, waiting for our landlord to rescue us from our blunder. Hoping that maybe we accidentally left our windows or slider doors unlocked, we tried breaking into our own apartment. But c’mon. If you know me, you know that I don’t leave anything unlocked. Not even when I’m sitting on my couch in the middle of the day, four feet from my front door. I barricade the two of us in and everyone else out at all times. Because I’m a scaredy cat. And I’ve been like that since I was young. Yesterday, it didn’t help me out one bit.

An hour later, with the keys finally in our possession, we got on with the errands we were planning on running before we realized what we’d done. While I did some Christmas shopping at Costco (where I learned that they don’t take credit cards…total buzz kill) Adam offered his professional Plasti-Dip services to a fellow teammate. Together, the two of them spent a few hours spray-painting the side mirrors and the JEEP logo on Dan’s Wrangler Unlimited, which were all originally black. They’re both pleased with the outcome and are already planning on other items to dip next. Oh geeze. What has my husband started?!