19th
So last night I got home from work to discover that my key was not turning in my front door. Not even a little bit. Worked at 10 am when I locked it, but at 7:30 pm…nada :-( Mike came over and tried his key and same thing…didn’t budge. But unlike me, he EMBRACED the challenge (whereas my approach was stomping my feet and pouting…with a few choice expletives thrown in for good measure). Thankfully I deterred him from scaling the building (which he was ready to do with a rather large grin on his face) and he kept at the lock…kicking the door, jimmying the lock, kicking harder, playing with the lock some more….and after about 15 minutes HE GOT IT OPEN!!! And it is now perfectly fine… No idea what went wrong, but luckily my man is both handy and determined. Which is very lucky for me, because chances are that door wasn’t going to open by me pounding it and screaming F#@! over and over…and over again.