True Story - Part 2

So the Tuesday night, i locked myself out of my bedroom.
Not out of my house, just my bedroom.

When i'm gone for the day, i have to close up the bedrooms, so Jack doesn't terrorize the entire house. On Monday, i got home from Yosemite & wanted to unpack, so i locked Jack outta my bedroom by literally locking the door. that didn't really work & i'm still not unpacked, but that's not this story.

So on Tuesday morning, all rejuvenated from a nice long weekend, i slam the bedroom door & trot to work. Work was a bloody mess, sigh. I get home late, it's raining, at least Jack is happy to see me. I go to get into some comfy-doodles & guess what? i can't get into my bedroom. & the whole thing rushes back to me...

What do i do first? find an old credit card! oh, but the molding of the door doesn't allow me to wedge the card through, nor get the proper leverage.

Paperclip! That will work, the key hole is really just a pin hole & that always works in the movies.
Nope. not working. (by-the-by, Jack is whining to get inside as i do this).

Time for real tools, screwdriver to the rescue!
nope, i need to have the door open in order to pull the door knob out.

My window is open! i'll spare the number of times it took to get to the end point:
By this time it is after 8 pm, so dark-dark out.
It's raining.
I remove the screen & crank open the window all the way.
Get a kitchen chair and put it under the window.
Place a stool on top of the chair.
Climb up and place the metal step-stool inside the room.
Carefully straddle the window (thankful i'm a girl).
Step onto said rusty stepstool & i'm inside!

Momentary panic as i realize i didn't put on all the way the front side of the door knob, but then i test the door & it works! i'm in my bedroom & able to get out.

Jack is thrilled as he jumps on the bed & gives me the "took long enough" look.

This is definitely up there on stupidest things i've done in the Jackson estate, sheesh!