|Sometimes, Captain Resourceful gets aggressive.|
Andrew has the memory of a goldfish. It's ridiculous. Every once in a while, I think that he's miraculously developed the ability to remember important tasks or events.
Every time, I'm wrong.
I woke myself up at 8am. I usually wake up at 6:30. I emailed my boss that I was going to be late and rushed like the Roadrunner on cocaine. Captain R wasn't going to be stopped by a pesky goldfish-partner. I grabbed my lunch and my purse, locked the door, ran out to put Lucy in her kennel and then got into my car. I rummaged for my keys.
I had no keys.
My keys were on the microwave, inside the locked house.
"It's okay, Captain R. You got this. You'll find a way in." We have one window in our house that doesn't lock, making us easy prey for burglars (although really, our most valuable possession is Andrew's weight-lifting machine that he doesn't even use). This window is perfect for those times that we lock ourselves out; sure, we may look like criminal idiots wiggling into a 18"X18" opening, but it does the trick.
|It happens every once in a while.|