lock out.

Some days I'm baffled by my own awesomeness. It takes a very special person to get two license plate violations, wake up early to cook a breakfast burrito for lunch then forget it on her way out the door, and lock herself out of her own apartment... all in one week. It's a good thing I have insurance.

Fun story: Last night I came home after a nice little trip to the gym where I simultaneously ran and giggled at the Dancing with the Stars. A coworker was in the gym with me, so we spent the majority of the show making fun of how dramatic everyone got. I mean, really? Someone actually shot his TV after Bristol Palin beat out Brandy? I actually feel really bad for Bristol. She's obvs not the best dancer on the show (hello Jennifer Grey... you have Dirty Dancing to thank), but I think she's gotten a lot better and if the ol' tea party-ers continue to vote, well, she could win. But really, I lurrrrrv Kyle Massey because as the eight-year-old child that I am, I lurrrv That's So Raven. Seriously, what's not to like about that show? It's got a hint of nostalgia with Raven (child prodigy from The Cosby Show), she's a PSYCHIC, her BFFs are a crazy veggo and aspiring-but-never-gonna-happen 'gangsta', the acting is atrocious, and she has a weird, chubby little brother who thinks he's the bees knees. And now that Kyle is all grown up, he's still the weird, chubby little boy we all know and love.

After I got bored with that, I went home to chill out with Georgey and Stel... or so I thought. They're still in their door-darting stage, so I usually have to bring things in in droves (Note: my mom calls me The Bag Lady because I can't go anywhere without at least 4 bags hanging off me. It's an embarrassing habit that I've considering seeking professional help for. You can go ahead and leave your judgments at the door.). Well, last night I walked in, set some things down (including my keys), then walked out to get the rest of my things and shut the door before G&S could dart out. Faaaaaaaaack meeeeeeeeeee. I have a bad habit of immediately locking the door once it's open, and guess what? I did it again. So I knocked on my neighbor's door for her help and while we called the maintenance people, her boxer was about to pee her pants watching G&S's little paws sticking out from under my door accompanied by an embarrassing amount of "mew's."

My neighbor, who by the way is awesome, immediately went for the credit card unlock method. When that didn't work, I tried the bobby pin approach. Ummm this doesn't work... save yourself the humiliation of trying it if you ever find yourself in a similar predicament. Then our neighbor upstairs tried everything from a wire hanger to a wrench to breaking in through the windows (thank gee-oh-dee that didn't work). Finally, we went back to the credit card and whaddyaknow... IT WORKED. Brilliant.

This all happened long before my maintenance people called me back. I even left a message on the emergency line, thinking that might heighten the importance a little. Nosegoes. Good thing I now know that my neighbors have superawesome skillz. I feel much safer in my place now. Not that I didn't already feel safe with my guard kittens, but you know what I mean.

Just add that to my list of thankfulness this season.