what a pickle...

On Wednesday night on the way out to church I was grabbing my things and realized I didn't have my keys on me. "Oh well" I thought, "we'll probably take the truck" (having a garage door opener in it). As I went in the garage Clark was like "Lets just take my car." As I was standing outside by the car, Clark hits the garage door and runs out of the garage (the car does NOT have a garage door opener in it), and I shout out to him "Clark I don't have my keys on me!!!". He assures me its ok because he grabbed the set to the door. (I am sure you know where this is heading.) So we arrive home and Clark then thinks aloud, "Maybe I didn't grab the right keys to the door" Sure enough he tries and no luck. "Lets try the back door I know I didn't lock it" I said. So off we go to the back and to no avail because its locked too. Clark then huffs and puffs and says, "We're screwed." He grabs his key and goes to the window. "I know one of these two windows are opened, we just have to cut the screen" He takes the key as a knife and is about to cut the window when I interrupt him, "That's it?! No other better ideas just cut open the window?" Apparently not. The first window screen he cut was sadly not the open one. So slash slash again on the other one. As soon as it was cut away he motions for me to hop in, which I did. The dogs didn't seem too bothered by the fact someone was crawling through the window, which I might add slightly disturbs me on the whole they are our big fierce watch dogs, but really how much could they really do locked in their cages anyways...I digress.

So moral to the story: Clark keep a hide-a-key somewhere. the other moral: the wife is always right.

The End.