March 25, 2009

Unlocked door

Elizabeth and I always lock our door. Not just when we're gone, but when we're home too. It's just habit.

Well, today we got home from work and spent a couple of hours on laundry and supper, and then we had to go out again (sidenote: I got new shoes tonight that are pretty cool lookin', which is especially good because my regular tennis shoes are literally falling apart -- the rubber heel on the bottom is hanging by a thread [or whatever a really thin piece of rubber is]). As we were walking out the door I noticed that I didn't have to unlock the door and I commented, "Oh, we forgot to lock the door when we got home."

To which my wife replied, "That's okay, we didn't do anything dirty."

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