All In A Day's Work

If a slightly sweaty, dirty, and red-faced woman holding a brick knocked on your door yesterday, it was probably my mother.

Apparently she got locked out of the house after both my dad and my sister went to work/school. (That's what you get for doing yard work, I suppose.) Mom didn't initially panic because she was wearing pants and had access to the outside hose. After digging for metal like an odd person at the beach, she found nothing in the flowerbeds that could be used as a file to force the door open. I think it was at this point she wandered the 'hood seeking access to a telephone, but either no one was home to answer her knocks or she looked too crazy. :)

Given that plans A & B failed, Mom moved on to plan C. She grabbed a brick and tried smashing the windows. She smashed and she whacked but after a half hour, the windows refused to give. Having enjoyed whacking stuff with the brick, she decided to smash the doorknob until it fell off. Which it did. 45 minutes later. While still locked. :)

Don't worry folks, my mom managed to get in after jimmying the lock. She is a resourceful lady and a Class A burglar!!!

I love you Mom! Glad you got back in the house and thank you for making me laugh harder than I have in a long time!