Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Locked out

There's a lot to be said about living near parents. They come unannounced, you get unsolicited invitations to dinner or lunch that you sometimes cannot reject. And I'm told, when the kids come, they want a piece of the action too.

That said, it's also not bad a thing to live near the parents. When you need to use the fax machine, you can just pop over. You can borrow their maid to do the ironing and the cleaning of the house, which is a very very big help. And you can call them in case of emergency.

Like yesterday.

The front gate was open because we had let Tym in. So when we left the house, we just walked out and locked the gate behind us.


With the house keys, in the house.

So who do we call?

Packrat's mother, who gamely drives over and gives us the keys to let ourselves in.

Moral of the story, well, morals actually.

1. Don't lock yourself out. Always make sure you have the keys before you lock the gate.
2. Living near parents aren't necessarily all that bad.

Of course, I stand by that until the next time I come home to see one of the parents lounging on my couch.

Ondine tossed this thought in at 11:26

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