I just can’t thank my Realtor enough for leaving the lock box on my house and giving me the information on how to put the keys into it and therefore to get them out of it.

I’m kind of bad at locking myself out of the house, especially when David is gone. I have keys I wear around my neck at all times to try and prevent my best friend, John the Locksmith from visiting.

Except for today. I went out without keys, without a phone and the door was locked. If not for the lock box, I don’t know what I would have done.

Of course, there was also the time when I got locked INTO my house and I had to lower a rope out the window for my friend, J,  to tie a screwdriver to so I could try and get out. I still had to be freed by John the Locksmith but that was a whole different story.

I think I need to buy my own lock box in case Lindsey decides she needs hers back. 🙂