So yesterday me and Nathaniel stranded ourselves on the side of a mountain -- er, I mean, on our driveway in the middle of a heat-wave and drought without keys to get into our house or cars.
These are the texts I sent back and forth with my mom:
We locked ourselves outside...it's real hot.
Mom: Who did it? It's only 63 degrees today in San Francisco.
Me: Nathaniel thought I had the keys.
Mom: That's how I got left on the mountain.
Me: We'll have to remember that in the future. Kourt saved us.
Only my mother would compare locking yourself out of the house to leaving your kid somewhere. But still, good lesson to learn early, right? Oh and thank goodness we have a roommate. Otherwise we'd still be melting outside.
The locked door taunting us.
The car we couldn't drive because Nathaniel thought I had the keys. In my defense, he's always the one that drives when we're together.
The best part is we were on our way to the grocery store to gather supplies for dinner we were making that night. Remember those steaks I bought from the strange man? We'd never cooked a steak before so we were off to buy some marinade. Of course, when we finally got home and started cooking we almost burnt the house down...literally. Nathaniel blew out two fires that started on the stove top (proof he has strong lungs). The house stunk of smoke so we opened up all the doors. Of course, it let the nasty heat and flies in. The good news is, I didn't have to make friends with the firemen again. Good day, good day.
Playing with our phones while we waited for Kourtney, my cousin, to come save us.
The nasty heat and our dead lawn...or weeds, whatever you want to call it.