NOOOOOOO!
So, Josh and I have been running pretty regularly-about 3 miles or so. I really like it. I can run and run and then be done with my exercise for the day in a matter of 30 minutes. It's ideal for our busy lifestyle.

We had a crazy busy weekend: football game, attending a play, church, attending a concert, eating out--we did a lot. Well, I had "saved" quite a bit of homework for Monday which is usually no big deal. I ahve the whole day off. No class. Just work, meetings, and homework. I love Mondays. I always feel so productive. Except last Monday.

Josh adn I got up a little groggy and a little later than anticipated. (I'm sure the alarm was broken) Anyway, we went on our morning run. Well, actually it ended up being a fast-paced walk because Josh's shins were hurting him. We made the long trek back up our stairs to our condo. I had the dog in tow. She was a good girl and had just gone potty, by the way. I'm at the fron tdoor and I turn the knob. And it stops. The knob isn't turning. It hits me. Our rommmate has locked the door as she dashed out for her morning classes. What to do?

So we go around to the back of our condo. Josh shimmeys up the balconey to the second floor (a bit scarey, how easy it was for him) and we pray that the door is unlocked. No such luck. So I leave Josh there to pic the lock. I set out for Lara's about a mile and a half away with the dog.

I arrive, sweaty and stinky at Lara's. She lets me in. The dogs are playing like crazy and I try to call Whitney. Her cell phone is off. So I pass the time by watching the John Walsh show and thinking about all the work I needed to be doing. Finally, an hour goes by and WHitney should be out of class by now. Still no answer at her phone. Ugh.

I decide to go back home and Josh and I make the bus trip to campus. Remember that we are disgusting and stinky. Fortunately, Lara agress to babysit Shalosh.

We get to campus and walk around aimlessly hoping to find Whitney. I know where her studio is and we go there. They point us in an obscure direction to find her. After about 10 minutes of questioning and wrong directrions, we find her. She has no clue why we are there. So, do you have keys to our house? A look of sheer sorrow came on her face. At that moment she realized what she had done. After apologizing a million times, we took her keys with us and went home to get to work.

That night Josh had IM football adn I went over to study at Lara's. About 10 in the evening, Whitney shows up at Lara's. Huh, I wonder why she's here? She says, so do you ahve any keys to our house? OH MY !!! We had locked her out! Oh the irony.