Where's my freakin' keys already?

I completely locked myself out again last night, just 3 short days after the first lock-out when i said (with confidence) "I have never locked myself out of this place." In case you are wondering, no, i didn't knock on wood. Because i was stuck in the hallway eating ice cream that i feared would melt, i didn't do any moving preparations at all. In fact, by the time Johnny got home (at 9:30) i was really grumpy and just went to bed.

So there is nothing new on that front.

I did see this crazy story on boingboing. You should read it. What a mess we're in here.