Ok so I have a really good story to tell you, but first I will have to give a little background.
When I was pregnant in the fall of 06 Rob and I were living in NYC. I had come home from a regular day at work and was feeling good. I had reached our corner at 58th and 1st Avenue when I saw this guy getting out of a cab on the corner. I thought to myself, wow that is one hot guy....well it turns out that it was my handsome husband!
Fast forward to today-Jessica, Cameron, and Isabella came over early this morning as there were people coming to look at their house (it is for sale). Isabella and Reese played for a while and then it was time for them to go home. We walked them out through our garage since they were parked in the driveway. Inadvertantly the door from our house to the garage had been locked and then closed while we were going down the stairs (I don't carry my keys if I am just in the driveway). We talk to our friends in the driveway for a few minutes and then they drive out and Reese and I go up the stairs to go in and have some lunch. Well didn't I just say that the door was locked!!!! Thankfully it had stopped raining and the sun came out (and my daughter happened to be wearing some shoes) and so we got the stroller (thankfully we keep that in the garage) and walked to the leasing office to use their key to open the door. Now our front door has a lock on it as well as an extra deadbolt which we always keep locked since we use the garage door all the time. If you have the deadbolt on the leasing office can't get into the apartment. I borrowed their key-which for some odd reason does not open our garage entry door (mine opens both!). So we get the stroller out again and ask a neighbor if we can use his phone...he obliges and I call my husband so that he can drive 45 mins each way to let us back in the apt (maybe I should've called Jessica and stayed at her house for the day). So we play with the tricycle and ball while we wait and then it starts to get cloudy and windy so we go into the garage to wait for Dad. Then Reese sees the paints and so we decide to paint while we wait. Just as Reese is done being in the garage, I hear a car in the driveway. I open the garage door and there is that handsome man that was standing on the corner in NYC. I don't know if it was b/c he rescued us, but he certainly looked different today! I can't thank him enough for coming home and opening the door, but you can bet that I am going to Home Depot later and making a copy of my key for the leasing office since theirs won't do me much good.