Soooo. besides the last lovely pictoral version of my trip, here's this little added joy.
We got in to my parent's house about 12:30. we live another four hours away, so we figured we'd make that our stop for the evening. They are actually away in Florida this week, so Jack the kids and I had the place to ourselves.
Anyhoo, Jack and I got the kids to bed, crawled into my parents whirlpool tub to bubble away the aches and pains of the last 16 hours in the car, than crawled into to comfy jammies. We went downstairs and headed out to the garage to have a smoke and feed the dog (that was not a eauphamism or however it's spelled, we actually were giving a dog kibble) Low and behold, when we turned around to go back into the house, the door was locked.
Jack banged on the dooor for about 45 mins while I looked for another key laying around in the garage. Called my folks (we did have the phone out with us thank god) and she said dad might have one on a keyring in his car. He has two sets of keys in there, each which contain about 40 effing keys!!! After trying all those countless times, I go skulling around my folks house, looking for an unlocked window, pulling off screens, getting a ladder and checking the top windows, banging on the upstairs window where the kids were sleeping etc...
We gave up and went back to the garage, and figured we'd just call the cops and see what they could do. So while Jack is trying to call 411 to get the cops number...(yes, trying because my folks have Vonage, and whenever he got through to 411 the customer service lady sounded like an alien, and everything was unintelligable) I grab a flat head screwdriver, and a phillips. I wedged the flat head one in, and wiggled the philipps around untill I found the lock, and proceeded to push the little lock nubin thing over, till pop, the door opened. Before my boyfriend could get through to 411 and call the cops.
He called me his Miss McGyver.
Than we crawled into my parents fantastic King sized bed and slept like the dead.
We got in to my parent's house about 12:30. we live another four hours away, so we figured we'd make that our stop for the evening. They are actually away in Florida this week, so Jack the kids and I had the place to ourselves.
Anyhoo, Jack and I got the kids to bed, crawled into my parents whirlpool tub to bubble away the aches and pains of the last 16 hours in the car, than crawled into to comfy jammies. We went downstairs and headed out to the garage to have a smoke and feed the dog (that was not a eauphamism or however it's spelled, we actually were giving a dog kibble) Low and behold, when we turned around to go back into the house, the door was locked.
Jack banged on the dooor for about 45 mins while I looked for another key laying around in the garage. Called my folks (we did have the phone out with us thank god) and she said dad might have one on a keyring in his car. He has two sets of keys in there, each which contain about 40 effing keys!!! After trying all those countless times, I go skulling around my folks house, looking for an unlocked window, pulling off screens, getting a ladder and checking the top windows, banging on the upstairs window where the kids were sleeping etc...
We gave up and went back to the garage, and figured we'd just call the cops and see what they could do. So while Jack is trying to call 411 to get the cops number...(yes, trying because my folks have Vonage, and whenever he got through to 411 the customer service lady sounded like an alien, and everything was unintelligable) I grab a flat head screwdriver, and a phillips. I wedged the flat head one in, and wiggled the philipps around untill I found the lock, and proceeded to push the little lock nubin thing over, till pop, the door opened. Before my boyfriend could get through to 411 and call the cops.
He called me his Miss McGyver.
Than we crawled into my parents fantastic King sized bed and slept like the dead.
I got the same MacGuyver comment. . .well,not Miss. McGuyver