Breaking-in

Ok so here's the story...

This past Thursday, I was running late getting out of the house. I had asked Brandon to run and go grab my phone from the bedroom as I grabbed my stuff. He quickly ran out to hand it to me in the driveway, but Bailey also sneaked out. Brandon, in his boxers, tried unsuccessfully to grab her. He went through the gate into the back yard to try to lure her in so I could drive away and he could get out of the alley in his boxers. I proceed to drive away and close the garage door as I always do, with no thought that the other doors were still locked. Quickly, Brandon realized that he was stuck and I was about to pass by the house in the front (since our alley is entered down the street a little ways). Funniest part...Brandon decides he has to catch me, but I was already passing by the time he comes flailing out through the front yard. I don't see him in our front yard as I'm getting buckled, in the zone driving to work. Nor do I see him as he runs down our entire street to try and get my attention. Poor Brandon. Defeated, he returns to the back yard where he ponders what to do. No open windows. No hidden key, no phone, nothing. Really, only two choices. Go back out there and knock on a neighbors door at 7:30 in the morning. Not a great option considering that the only neighbors we know are the sweet elderly couple whose house backs up to ours in the alley. We have rarely even seen our other neighbors. The only other option was to break a window. So there you have it. Brandon decided on the best possible window to smash, and proceeded to break into our house.


Here's a view of the smashed door from the inside (as it was boarded up from the outside)



Thankfully, I have such a wonderful husband that he pretty quickly found the humor in the situation. For the most part, we were able to laugh it off as a stupid unlucky mistake. But how very unfortunate!!! I just wish I could have seen him running down the street after me in his boxers!