Hello Murphy

Did you have to come and visit so soon?  The Man is barely gone and you're knocking on my door.  I was hoping for a little time before you showed up but I guess not.  Granted it was my fault but still...

A friend picked me up to take me to bunco.  I had put my phone in my hoodie pocket and grabbed my purse on my way out the door.  She has a land rover and that thing is HUGE.  I'm short so it makes it seem even bigger.  I have to hoist myself in.  As we pull out of my driveway I reach for my phone but it's not there.  No biggie but I though I had put it in my pocket.  Oh well.  We get to bunco and have a great time.  I even won some money for having the most baby buncos.  Go me!  As we're heading out the door I look through my purse and realize I don't have my keys.  That's when I remember that they were beside my purse and I didn't get them.  Great.  No phone, no keys and a husband who knows where under the ocean.  Lovely!

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Thankfully my friend is amazing.  She called her husband and had him look up locksmiths.  As we drove to my house I remembered that we had given a house key to our pastor & his wife while I was in MA last year and we never got it back.  We call them and ask if they still have it.  They say maybe.  They had a bunch of single keys and they think our is one of them but they're not sure which one.  They don't mind if we come buy and take them all and try them.  We're happy cause we have a plan.

We stop by my house and check to see if everything is locked.  Of course it is cause The Man is gone.  I'm good about keeping windows locked even when he's home but I double check when he's not.  So nothing was open.  We head to our pastor's house about 15 minutes away and I pick up a bunch of keys.  We think we know which one it is but I take them all just in case.  I felt really bad cause the pastor's house is about halfway between our houses.  So she brings me back and THANKFULLY the key works.  We had changed the locks because the key kept sticking but The Man put one of the old locks on the french doors in the bedroom for now.  I can't decide what kind of handle I want on the door we we're waiting while I think about it.  It's a good thing I was indecisive!  I was able to get in through our bedroom.

It's one of those things where I feel like it's only me that this would happen to!  I know it's not.

Has Murphy visited you lately?  

What did he do?