Good Grief

We had a little adventure tonight. When we got home, Roxanne was in a great mood so I thought we could all enjoy the weather and walk the dog as a family. It was a little chillier than we thought, so after our walk, I was relieved to get home. Then we realized that we were locked out.

We have 3 locks on our door. One deadbolt that works, one deadbolt that is old and doesn't do anything, and then the knob lock. We had locked the knob lock, which is why we didn't notice that we didn't have our keys. Our landlord lives one door over, so we really didn't panic at first. Then he didn't answer our phone calls. After a half hour or so, we called a locksmith (thank goodness we had a phone with us). Eventually, a locksmith came. He had a heavy accent, and was wearing this odd Eurotrash outfit. His jeans were really tight and hip, but he had a slight pot belly, and for 97% of the time he was working on the door, his rear end was halfway out of his pants. He took a phone call while he was working, and Justin and I have been trying to figure out where he was from. We think either Israel or Iran. He was really nice, but between the cold, the frustration of not being able to get a hold of our landlord, and the $175 bill, it was sort of a moot point.

Roxanne behaved herself very well. I hadn't brought her out in a carrier or anything, since we thought it would be a quick trip. I ended up putting her inside the front of my dress, since I was wearing a thin (and short sleeved) vintage dress. Thank goodness people liked stretchy cotton in the 80's. I also had to nurse her in front of our apartment, with no blanket or sling to hide behind. At one point, one of our neighbors (there are only 4 units in our complex) cracked his blinds and looked out. I saw him do it, and wondered what he thought about us. Our little family, complete with our beagle, Katie, huddled on our front stoop. Whatever he was thinking, he wasn't feeling hospitable.

Roughly four minutes before the locksmith was able to finally get the door open, Roxanne pooped audibly and with several loud grunts. I'm pretty sure even the locksmith heard it. When Justin and I moved into this apartment, we noticed that the locks were installed upside down. We thought it was weird. According to the locksmith, this makes it harder to break in. It apparently also makes it much harder for the locksmith. I was starting to think that I'd have to hold a poopy baby huddled on the front stoop for the rest of the night.

Ten minutes after our door finally opened, the landlord came home.