Burglar!

Nothing like feeling like you're breaking into your own house.

Sarah and I moved this weekend out of our beloved apartment (ok, maybe not that beloved) to a house across town.  We're still unpacking, and we're still learning about the ins and outs of the house.  I'm not sure exactly how old it is, but as Loki (the cat) can attest, sometimes it makes a lot of noise.

So yesterday morning, I managed to scare Sarah by walking around downstairs in the morning without turning on any extra lights.  I think the porch light had been on, and between it letting light in through the window and Sarah's bathroom light shining down the stairs, I had been able to see what I needed to see and didn't feel like finding the light switch as I walked across the living room to get a drink of water from the kitchen.  Sarah, hearing noises downstairs but seeing no lights on, thought that maybe someone had broken in and was wandering around (stealing stuff?  waiting for her to come down, so they could knock her out and kidnap her cat?  I'm not sure what she thought they were doing).  Turns out it was just me, and everything was ok.

Fast forward to last night.  I had been out and about for church band practice, Joe's volleyball practice (where I attempted to capture a picture of "up" for my photog class), and Joe's house to visit Waffles and use the internet since we haven't gotten it hooked up yet at our house.  By the time I got home, Sarah was already in bed and the house was all locked up.  Normally I've been going in the back door because it's usually closer when I pull in the driveway, but since Sarah's car was in first, I was closer to the front.  Plus that light was on.  So I gathered up all my stuff and made my way to the front door.

At this point I should mention that Sarah and I had a couple sets of keys made when we moved in, so we'd be able to get into our house, but since we've had those keys made, I've only come in the back door.  Turns out my front door key doesn't quite work.  After multiple attempts at getting the door unlocked, I decided to give up on it and go to the back door.

Trooping around back, I knew there was no light but hoped I would be able to see well enough to get the key in.  No such luck.  There are two locks, and although I could get one, for the life of me, I couldn't get the other.  [Note to self: Never lose your ability to see, or you will be hosed.]  Back to the front porch to get a flashlight from my purse (yes, I left my purse along with various other valuables sitting on the front porch).  At this point, I was really hoping Sarah was sound asleep and not hearing all my attempts to enter, what with her recent fear of people breaking in.  Back to the back door, where I'm shining a flashlight and trying to open the door, while also hoping the neighbors don't suspect a burglar and call the police.

Fortunately, I finally made my way in (and didn't hear any sirens), collected my stuff off the front porch, and climbed in bed.  Unfortunately, I might have to get another key made, although strangely enough, Sarah's key (which was made from the same key) works just fine.