locked out

Scott locked me out of the house this morning when he left for work while I was in the back yard watering flowers. After frantically trying the sliding glass door a couple of times, and confirming that the garage door was not open either, I walked down to my mother's house who, thankfully, has a key. The good thing was that I actually got dressed today before I did my outside duties. Usually I just am in my nightgown, which at 9 months, doesn't cover all that much. I can just imagine the looks I would get from the neighbors walking down the street in that.