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Case of the Mondays
I woke up this morning and proceeded to venture out into the cold to scrape the ice and frost from the windshield of Vader, our brilliantly named '90 Isuzu Trooper. I followed my usual routine of roaring up the engine, grabbing the scrapper, then clearing off the windows. After making a full circle around the vehicle I attempted to gain reentry and was denied. Somehow, when I exited Vader, I also locked the door behind me.
Although sleepy and only half caffeinated I remembered Anna's set of keys were in the house, but realized I was once again locked out of the place I wanted to go. So I here I stood, tired, cold, and holding an ice scrapper looking miserable. I decided to try and rouse my wife by calling her cell phone only to realized that it was turned off and probably nestled warmly in her purse.
My next plan of action was to wake up my wife through a series of loud noises or sit outside in the cold holding an ice scraper. I decided on the former. Trudging through the snow I found our bedroom window and proceeded to knock repeatedly. After a couple minutes a sleepy, confused, and frightened version of my wife appeared. I proceeded to mouth the words, "I'm locked out". To which I swear I saw a glint of laughter spread across her face.
We met each other at the front door and I explained myself after she proclaimed that I scared her to death. I apologized and unlocked Vader and finally after kissing my rescuer goodbye, was able to leave the house. I'm sure she's still rolling in laughter at this moment. I may never live this one down, but I'm still nervous to what the rest of today may hold.
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