Blonde Moments

I pride myself on being a sensible, logical, fairly intelligent, responsible person. But every once in a while my blonde stereotype take over. Last week was a perfect example of this phenomenon. My son-in-law and his friend stopped over to pick up an entertainment center and lawn furniture. I was really grateful because I'd been waiting several months for them to arrive. I backed my car out of the garage so they could pick up the lawn furniture and put the garage house door opener on the seat of the car. When Lane and Shane left, I drove the car back into the garage. Fast forward several hours later when I went to put trash in the garage and couldn't find the door opener.............

I had a "FLASH" and remembered that the opener was in the car - inside the garage. Oh NO!!!! I don't have an access door to the garage. I decided to try to break into the garage through the window - it's the same method I used 3 years ago. So, I put on my safety glasses, tennis shoes, long pants and headed out to the garage with my trusty hammer. I pounded on the window expecting the glass to shatter. Hmmmmmm - that was strange, it didn't break. So I put my considerable weight behind it and it still didn't break. I scratched my head and thought I need a chisel, so I got a phillips head screwdriver and pounded on that still no luck. By now, I'm wondering if the police are going to arrive. But then I remember, I live in Flint and if no gun shots are fired and there isn't any blood, police don't arrive. But now, I have figured out that hen I had the window repaired, they used tempered glass.

I was TRAPPED at home!!!! I called Mom and she said she'd take me to work on Monday. The good news is that wonderful Scott, my handyman, was coming to do some work at my house on Tuesday. He had the special tool needed to break tempered glass and was in the garage in a few minutes.

Blonde moment over.............all's well that ends well!!! BUT it was traumatic while it lasted.