Last night I shut myself in the laundry room about 15 times, just because I could let myself back out again.

Yes, that’s right, a doorknob guy came out and fixed the broken doorknobs in the house.  Now you can get in and out of the laundry room and the bathroom with ease.  I might not have mentioned that the bathroom doorknob wasn’t working so hot, either.  Though, unlike the laundry room, you could actually get out (if you turned, turned with all your might to the right).  Almost every visitor we’ve had to the house has thought themselves to be locked in the bathroom.  Zack and I were obviously in renter denial (cause it’s soooo hard to call the landlord and ask for it to be fixed?) until a week ago when we had Matt & Sarah1 (and girls) and  Josh & Mary Pat (and girl) all over for dinner.  3 of our4 adult dinner guests had minor heart attacks in the bathroom, thinking they were locked in.

Silly dinner guests.  They should have known that after 10 minutes of frantic beating on the door and yelling,  Zack would have come to their rescue after shouting semi-insulting phrases at them from across the house.  They weren’t REALLY stuck.

I’ll kind of miss the adventurous nature of our old, broken door-knobbed laundry room.  Sunday when I was home alone all day studying for my Microbiology final (STILL NO GRADE), I locked myself into the then-still-broken laundry room.  There’s nothing like the useless surge of adrenaline that you get immediately following hearing the door *click* behind you.  OH NO–>Zack isn’t home–> is the back door locked?–> is the front door locked?–>is the screen door locked?–>am I wearing underwear?–>is the neighbor home?–>what’s the temperature outside?–>how many days until my next academic examination?  These are all questions that went through my head during the last l0ck-myself-out of the house episode.  I hopped the fence (wearing my house shoes and sweats) and luckly the front door and the screen door were unlocked.  That would have been an embarrassing, underwear-free way to meet the neighbors.  “Hi, can I use your internet to study? I have a final tomorrow and I just can’t stop locking myself out of the house.”

I am such an awesome grown-up.  At least now I’m an awesome grown-up with working doorknobs.