Isn't it ironic...don't ya think

...a little too ironic (thanks Alanis for the intro)

My sweet hubby is rarely the lead character in my blog posts...he prefers it that way, but this story was too good not to share.  You may remember this recent post.  While I was home for the farm show and all its glorious attributes, Patrick called me one evening at 9:30 to tell me he was locked out of the house.  The door leading from our house to the garage strikes again.  I proceeded to go online and find a locksmith in the area, and I called from PA to send them his way.  I called Patrick to share the news and we ended up chatting for about 20 min while waiting for them to arrive.  I asked if he had checked the mail since I'd been gone (usually my job).  He hadn't.  What a nice surprise to find a package in our box.  The conversation went something like this...

P:  Did you order something from ebay?

L:  I don't think so.

P:  It sounds like broken glass

L:  Great...well, open it!

P:  Do we know anyone at Fort Collins,?

L:  um, where is Fort Collins?

P:  Oh!  It's from the people who sold us the house (sidenote...we never met them.  They moved out west and did their part of the closing from there).  Their packers were a little ambitious, and they are sending us stuff that should have stayed at the house (aka the dish drain stopper, instruction manuals, and KEYS!).

L:  Does this mean you can get in the house?

P: Oh, right....KEYS!!!

The keys worked.  I immediately called the locksmith to cancel.  He was pulling in the driveway.  $39 later, I had a blog post and a story that we will otherwise try to forget in our pile of memories labeled "OOPS!"

Yes, we bought a lockbox for outside and this will hopefully be the last blog entry of this topic.  sigh...