Really?

At the risk of giving away the plot of this entry, please allow me to begin by sharing that I can't recall ever locking my keys in my car, locking myself out of the house, or any other similar mishap. With that being said...

After a morning of unpacking from camp and starting laundry in order to pack for my trip to South America, I took a break to play with my cat, Macy. (And no, I am not at all ashamed to admit that.) I noticed a bleeding cut on her neck, and after doing some investigation (ie: calling the vet), I learned that she recently had blood drawn, and they recommended that I take her to a nearby clinic. (The vet we use is in Covington as it was formerly my grandfather's practice.) So I made Macy an appointment and went out to the garage to get her carrier- or her "condominium," as Dad calls it. Let me interject here that Mom and Dad are currently in Honduras, hence me riding solo in all of this.

Right as I shut the door behind me on the way out to the detached garage, I quietly said, "Oh no!" realizing that I had just locked myself out of the house, unable to find the hide-a-key, my phone inside, and no neighbors anywhere in sight.

Praise the good Lord for Dad's office over the garage! I grabbed the phone and used the redial to call the cat clinic and reschedule Macy's appointment. "Good thing there's a computer up here," I thought. "At least I can find and call a locksmith."But in a stroke of irony and horribly bad luck, the internet was down! Luckily, I know peoples' phone numbers by heart; and after semi-frantic calls to my best friend, Uncle Jack, and leaving a message for my brother, I resorted to calling the locksmith by way of 411...as if I had magically been transported to the year 2002!

The best part is that the hide-a-key was outside the entire time, but in my panic, I just couldn't find the damn thing! But through it all, I did keep my cool pretty well, all things considered. So now I'm out $180 and with an unexpectedly disorderly afternoon behind me, but at least I got a blog entry out of it. And the cat is asleep in my lap as I type this.

And can I just add that I thought it was weird that the locksmith company asked if I wanted to know the "pricing" before sending the guy! In such a situation who wouldn't be willing to pay anything to get back inside to rescue their cat? Maybe people who hate cats, I guess.