The day before I was due to come back to the house, I got a
call from my friend. She wouldn’t be able to bring me back to my house for a
few days because she had a family emergency. With that, I decided to just try another way to get back home. Flying home was out—our tiny, hometown airport would mean
more time and money for the ticket. Plus, I would have Winnie, making it hard
to manage dog and baby through the various stopping points and further adding
to the price. Renting a one-way car from my aunts would be an option, but it would be
half the price to rent one at the state line. So, Mom accompanied us the 2 hours
to get the rental. When I got the car, I began shifting boxes and bags and car
seat from Mom’s car to the rental as Mom tried to distract Winnie and Boop. I
was really nervous about driving with Boop mid-day, especially for 3 more
hours.
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Thankfully, the trip was smooth. I didn’t have to stop to
get gas, and Boop ate and slept for the rest of the trip. Uneventful. As soon
as I pulled into the driveway, though, I realized I had a problem: I left my
keys in my Mom’s car. I had left a spare key at the office, but driving over
there, I confirmed my worst suspicions: my spare key was to my old lock. With
that, I had to break into my house with the help of my neighbor and just need
to fix the window now. Mom mailed me my keys, and I got some good exercise
walking back and forth to daycare and work for a couple days.
BTW, very classy work. Whoever you are who called in a code
infraction for one of my neighbors, resulted in an official notice for me.
Which was probably what you intended, anyway. 20 days to repair my gutters.
Yep, and I’ve only been trying to get them done for a few months. Fortunately,
the inspector was nice enough. She said that I could just take the gutters down
if I wanted to.
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