Locked in my garage

This morning I was working away finishing my new kitchen island.  When I was done, I gathered the paint brushes and tools and headed out to the garage to put them away.  With me being by myself for the weekend while D is at the cabin with the five littles, and A is in California with some friends, I was working um, in my, uh, undies.  After putting things away in the garage I turned back to go in the house.  The door didn't open.  I had locked myself out.

Oh my heck.  I'm in my underwear, I don't have a phone on me, my family is out of town all weekend and I'm locked in my garage!!  All of the above kept running through my head.  What was I going to do?  I grabbed a nearby screwdriver and got busy trying to pick the lock.  Then I found myself talking to myself sure that a door wouldn't be so easy to pick.  I kind of giggled and thought about my story on the news a few days later.  "Woman locked in her garage for three days".  Then, it's embarrassing to admit this, but I realized I wasn't LOCKED in my garage, I was merely locked OUTof my house.  Whoo.  I knew that I had a "fix it" guy coming some that time that morning so I just had to wait until he showed up to rescue me.  I looked around knowing we had several blankets tucked away somewhere and found a huge king duvet cover that I wrapped around me.  I headed out peeking around the opening, wondering which neighbor I would go ask for help.  How far exactly did I want to walk shuffle around the cul-de-sac was really what was going through my mind.

Then I convinced myself that I wasn't that desperate just yet and I shuffled back in by the freezer.  While hiding back in the garage, I saw a reflection of my pool guy's car on the window.  I was ecstatic.  I was going to be rescued.  I waited for him to get closer and as he walked by I quietly got his attention saying, "Dave, Dave".  He looked in somewhat confused and asked, "Hey, what's going on?"  There I am in my unders wrapped in a blanket in my garage, sure that he thought I was trying to seduce him. I told him that I wasn't dressed, my family was gone all weekend and that I was locked out of my house.  (BTW, I know the pool guy other than just putting chemicals in my pool on a weekly basis)  He came in and tried to pick the lock while I tried to keep myself wrapped up and covered.  No luck.  Then I remembered that sometimes A leaves his window open.  I told him that and asked him to go check the window out back. Next thing I knew, my pool guy opened the washroom door leading to the garage and rescued me.  I was giddy and then told Dave that I was worried that he might have thought I was up to something.  I was so happy.  I was back in my house again.

So what did I learn from this exactly?
1.  Always wear some form of clothing.
2.  Keep blankets in the garage at all times.
3.  Have a spare key to the house hidden in the garage.
4.  Know when I'm really locked in or out of something.  It makes a difference.  LOL
5.  Always have a sense of humor.  It makes life fun.  :)