Laura is Still a Spaz

I locked myself out of the apartment again, sometime last week, on my way to pick up Troy from work. I was holding something in my hand as I walked out the door, and instead of checking to see if it was my keys, I just locked the door handle to our front door and the screen door in front of it. 

Two doors, too easy to lock.

Oy veh. I should probably stop doing that. Luckily, we have awesome friends for neighbors, and Yesenia let me borrow her car to pick up Troy, so he could let us in. Thanks again, friend! Some banana bread in on its way for you...