Wow, that's a lot of locking out! I've done it twice in my current place--both times I had my car keys but for some reason not my house keys (the front door is a deadbolt, if I"m not driving, but the garage door is a flip lock). Once I had to call a locksmith and once I was luckily going the same place as my roommate at the time, so just let him know and worked it out. But there've been a few times where I just got lucky. I keep thinking I need to install one of those keycode locks on the front door, but haven't gotten around to hiring someone (in theory I could do it but I worry if I tried I'd screw it up and end up with no lock on the front door!)

I locked myself out of the house once when I was first dating Dan. I didn't have a phone with me, of course, so I couldn't call him, so I "liberated" a neighbor's ladder and I climbed up onto the roof and then I opened my bedroom window I knew was unlocked. I lost my shoe climbing up the ladder, but Dan really thought I was a badass after that!

I installed my keycode lock on the front door, meara, I'm sure you could do it! And I never lock myself out anymore.

So, finally got back to the pool (the gym never did announce that the pool was open again like they said they would, but I figured by now it would have to be, and it was) and the good news is I can swim one full length of freestyle without stopping to rest. The bad news is I can just barely do that and I don't think I'll be able to get from where I am now to being able to swim the equivalent of 4 laps without stopping (and then hop on a bike for 4 miles but that is almost beside the point) in three weeks. I just missed too much training time in July. I think I need to drop out of my triathlon and do a later one. Disappointing.

I locked myself out of a place I was housesitting for my sister. Fortunately the front door had a glass window right next to the lock, so I carefully pried up the molding the held the glass in, pulled out the pane, opened the door, and carefully replaced the glass. I never told her.

I thought it was interesting that in Paris, most apartment buildings had keypad locks on the front door. So theoretically, you can know your friends' codes and not have to be let in.

Connie, I did the same. The day I was moving out of my apartment in NC to move here. And I was in my robe. Thankfully, had my tools in the car and it was unlocked.

Stupid Ace closed early, 10 minutes before I got there.

The last two years I've locked myself out of my apartment during BBQ Fest and had to get Mom to bring me her key. Hopefully I'll be able to remember not to do that this year.

I have lost all motivation to do anything. At least I've gotten to the gym and the grocery store already.

So, one lorazapam and one vicodin brings the pain down to a manageble level, with a side effect of SLEEP. For the weekend, that is just fine. But work next week is going to suck.

In an effort to ignore my face, we hit up Michaels and I bought some cake decorating supplies. I've been reading cake blogs and want to get back to decorating. No clue if my old skills are still in the back of my brain...but it would be a fun creative outlet. Just need to come up with recipients for the cakes, cookies, cupcakes, I decorate.

As much as I want to start playing....a nap is callig my name. Sad.

When I first left home I shared a house with two other guys. One day I locked myself out while everyone else was at work. One of them had left his bedroom window slightly ajar, I just had to push through a short hedge underneath to reach it. Or so I thought, until I did so and my knees discovered there was a row of cactus behind the hedge.