We Are Freakin' Magic!

First off, I should be waking up in Halifax and calling Valerie of Purple Boots and Pigtales to set up a day of fun with the Springy Things.  Now what would be better that that?  Certainly not this!

OK, We Are Freakin' Magic.......yep.  Pure magic.

We have one key to the camper which is kept on a huge carabiner on a cabinet pull.  In fact, ALL keys are put on either hooks or carabiners and on the cabinet pulls.  ALWAYS, mind you.  Always.

So when we returned from the dog walk, the key went back on the carabiner.  (I want to interject here that I never had control of the key, it was Frank.)

I turned on the hot water heater to wash my hair, then bebopped into the big house to toss in a load of laundry.  I left the camper door wide open so the cool outside air could circulate. When I came back, Frank was picking up the remnants of the paper towels McGee decided to destroy.

He had slammed the door shut after throwing McGee out.

I tried to open the door, locked.

He swore up and down that he had NOT locked the door.  Nor did he have the key.  Of course, neither did I.  It was hanging on the cabinet.  Nor did we have cell phones or car keys. Yep, on the cabinet.

Now all of a sudden, I wanted to be inside that hated camper!  How did that door lock?  You need a key inserted then turned.  OMG.....we were locked out of the camper.  Forever.  Freakin' magic.

Where would we sleep now?

So ........after a string of really bad words, I look at Frank and say, you locked it somehow, you get it open.......and sat down and cried.

Meanwhile, he ffound his tools, pried a window open, climbed through and opened the door. I am not going to tell y0u which one, it was pretty unsettling how easy it was.   Somehow we had left it unlocked.

Go Figure.

Freakin' magic.  Just plain freakin' magic.