Saturday, August 2, 2008
"I've never broke into a house before."
Well me neither. Yesterday was quite the adventure, and all before 9 o'clock. It all started with the dentist at 7 in the morning. I always arrange a designated driver from the dentist when I get laughing gas, as my driving is impaired. Jacob dropped me off and my daddy-o picked me up. Knowing that I was getting chauffeured around, I didn't take anything to the dentist. No purse, no wallet, no keys.
This didn't become a problem, until we reached my house and I realized... WE'RE LOCKED OUT.
Considering that I was wearing jeans (strictly forbodden at work) and my work keys were in there. And I only had 10 minutes to get hair, make-up, and a glam outfit ready. We ended up popping out the screen to our office and my dad had to boost me 6 feet in the air to launch through the open window. (we're thinking about practicing and joining a cheer squad) Not knowing our neighbors very well, I thought for sure they would call the cops. After it was all said and done, my dad looks at me and says, "I've never broken into a house before." I thought: um, me neither.
I'm sure we won't turn into hardened criminals. Breaking into your own house can't be the gateway crime to a life of crime activity.