I’m going to have to blog about this…

That’s what I told the hubby about last night’s “event.” So the hubby and I we were busy doing some house clean-up projects, getting some things organized and sorted out. Hubby’s list included things like taking out all the extra crap I’d lined up in the hall and set by the back door and putting it in the garden shed or garage for storage. While he was working on this I was busy vacuuming followed by trying out my new steam mop (so far I have to say I’m pretty impressed with it! No chemicals needed, no refill pads to buy and it seems to work pretty well! Anyway, I’m not getting paid to do product reviews so back to my story.) The steam mop, as the name would suggest, gives off lots of steam and in doing so it makes a fairly loud steam-y sound. Well, somewhere between vacuuming and mopping I apparently didn’t hear the knocking at the back door. The door to the garage. Where hubby was busy putting stuff away. So, when I finally heard the knocking I then realized somehow hubby had locked himself out. Of course he naturally assumed his wife had locked him out. Like I’d do that very often! And he did have his cell phone with him so he totally could have called!