Screw you Mommy.

After a 12 hour day...I knew walking into our house, the girls were not going to be happy with me. Even after a 2.5 mile run this morning at 5:30am.

My normally sweet and obedient Dakota managed to break into the pantry and eat some of the paper plates. By the time I took Daisy out of her cage, they nearly knocked me over in excitement.

I let them calm down for about 10 minutes. Leashed them up and put on my rollerblades in the garage. I heard them jumping more than usual at the garage door to the house. When I reached to grab the handle. Locked.

I definitely did not lock it. With all their jumping, one of their paws must have hit the lock.

I rollerbladed a mile to my life savior, Destiny's. Not home. Headed to my friend Laurie's house to use her phone to call Destiny. No answer. A few minutes passed and I saw her car pull into her street. I chased her down (still in my rollerblades) and she of course laughed at me. Mostly because I was laughing at myself, saying, "My life is a mess sometimes".

I hate locking myself out. Which reminds me, I still need to get my lawn mower out of the shed.

P.S. My girls, currently wrestling outside on the deck. Their bodies just banged into my kitchen window.

P.S.S. I still rollerbladed with them for another 2.5 miles tonight.

Anyone looking for two very calm and obedient puppies? Going for a good price...