Locked-Out

Heyo,

Yesterday I was prepared. I was going to work out early and the YMCA, and head straight to the hospital. No stopping back by the house, I would be gone for good at five am.

I put everything in the car. And then I was in bed (early) when I realized that I didn't have my phone. Phone = alarm clock. I had to find my phone.

So I check places in the house. Nothing

I go to the garage.

And the door won't open. I unlock it, still nothing. I figure it is me being a weak girl or something. So I try again.

Then I call my dad.

He couldn't open it. The door to the garage was jammed shut.

No big deal right? We grabbed a screw driver, and started jimmying it around.

The hinges were stuck. The lock was stuck. Suddenly the sour side of my brain started thinking.

There is no way to get in the garage, my homework, my uniform, my badge, my transportation. Everything I need for the day is in that room. AND I CAN'T GET IN. OR GET IT OUT. Everything I thought I would need is in there.

Except my phone. See as dad toyed with the handle, I ran upstairs and found my phone.

I *thought* I had thought of everything. Obviously this had NEVER occurred to me

Finally using a meat hammer (because all of the normal tools like hammers are in the garage) it opened.

Melissa = saved.

And today went smoothly. In fact I forgot about it almost completely until I sat down to blog and thought you all might enjoy. I mean, seriously, have YOU ever got stuck out of your garage?


<3 Lissa

P.S. I have a BIG test tomorrow, and prayers are always appreciated. Thanks!