My bad.....

I’ve been kind of busy recently. My sister had surgery to remove her appendix, and that kind had my mom and I running in circles.

I took Allie to the emergency room on Sunday night thinking she had food poisoning. My mom got there and I went home to finish my homework. The next morning at 5:30 a.m. I got the call from my mom that Allie was in the hospital and would be having surgery later that day.

What my mom needed me to do was come to the hospital, get her keys, move her car, walk Sophie (Allie’s dog) and come back to the hospital. I did all things like a good little girl.

However, there was one snag. When I got to my sister’s condo the key my mom gave me wouldn’t work. I called my mom and she said to use the pliers under the rug to bang it in and turn it.

“Mom, aren’t you afraid this will break in the lock?”

“No, I do it all the time.”


………………..the key broke in the lock. I called the lock smith and he told me he couldn’t come for 4 hours and it would cost about $600.00.

Well, I couldn’t wait because the poor dog had been locked up for over 12 hours and you could hear her crying from inside the condo.

Now before I go on, let me just say I was stressed and worried about my sister AND my mind wasn’t working very well.

Ok back to the lock problem. Anyway, I didn’t know what else to do. So I lowered my shoulder and pushed against the door. I kept doing this until I broke the door in.

Yes, I broke the door.

Now let me just say that the previous owners had done the same thing, so the door frame was pretty jacked up, but none the less once I did it was I like “oh shit, my mom is going to kill me.”

I didn’t tell my mom; instead I called my friends to help me. Thank God for Kate and Dale who came over and helped. Dale fixed the door frame so it would lock and we bought a new deadbolt.

Lesson here is….NEVER listen to my mom about keys and pliers. Also, I have a bruise on my right shoulder and it kind of hurts.