Keys and the Lack Thereof

Lately I've been cursed with being locked out of my own abode.  I returned home after running some errands the other evening to find that my house key some how broke in half in my purse.  How on earth does that even happen!?  Danny was also off running errands, so I texted him to return home.  While I was waiting, I realized I needed to go into survivor mode.  To survive what is the first thing one must do?  If you said, find food and water, then we are on the same page.  I hopped in my car and traveled to Taco Bell (don't judge) and got myself a nice burrito and bottle of water.  Yes friends, I would make it another day.  

Second item of business, I needed to find shelter.  I traveled to our nearest shopping center and found many of the stores were closing their doors.  But guess what store I could rely on in my time of need?  Barnes and Noble.  I walked into the warm glow of books and magazines and heard the latest songs of Ingrid Michaelson playing overhead.  Yes, I would be safe here.  

Third matter to take care of, entertainment.  Yes, I'm pretty sure entertainment is number 3 on the Survivor Mode list.  I wandered around Barnes and Noble, perusing the shelves.  I found some lovely coffee table books, so I pulled up a chair and flipped through their glossy pages of scenes from all over the world.  Beautiful.  At this point I still hadn't heard back from Danny. I called him asking him if he had seen my text.  His response was he never received a text from me. Once again What on this earth!?  I think my phone and keys were plotting against me while hanging out together in my purse!  I shared my dilemma with Danny and he said he would hurry home.  Yay, super husband.  Relief.  Needless to say, I met Danny back at our place and I was happy to be able to enter my home again.  All in all, it turned out to be a pretty good evening.  I'm so grateful my survival skills kicked into gear.