I don’t typically have little adventures in my home, but this week there has been one to note.

So this really happened – my dog locked me out of my bedroom twice. I used a credit card both times. Never done that before. It actually worked. I felt very Richard Dean Anderson.

Fast forward a few days … my dog locks me in my basement. I had no shoes, no cell phone and no credit card. I had to be resourceful. Luckily my husband had decided to knock down a few walls in the room above my lower level stairs a couple of months back (reno hopes and dreams, you know). But I still had to get high enough to reach that level.

The small opening that was my only chance at escape.

Cue the Mission Impossible music. Continue reading