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" So, how are you all liking this whole Spring ahead, thing? I&amp;#x27;m loving it, because when JD and I get home the sun is still out. After dinner, we&amp;#x27;ve been taking short walks (and they&amp;#x27;re really helping me relax). Well, last night, I guess I was rushing to get out the door with JD, because I LEFT MY KEYS ON MY DESK. As soon as I closed the door, JD on my hip, I thought, Oh*&amp;amp;$%. A couple months ago my father told me to make him a spare set of keys, &amp;quot;in case.&amp;quot; I basically saw it as him and other family members coming over unannounced and hijacking my weekends and evenings, so needless to say I did not make keys (That probably reads wrong, but I work FT. Sometimes I want alone time with my son. Call first). And, no, my landlord doesn&amp;#x27;t have a key either because God Father Carlo changed all the locks (&amp;quot;I changed the locks so no one kills you in the night!&amp;quot;) and we didn&amp;#x27;t turn in the new set, because I don&amp;#x27;t trust anyone and my Macbook and jewelry is expensive. Fact. My father insisted I call a locksmith when I called (on a neighbor&amp;#x27;s cell--seriously, seriously) to alert him of the issue (and endure the &amp;quot;I-told-you-so&amp;quot;). Instead (I had a spare car key in my phew, unlocked truck) I put JD in the car and we drove...I&amp;#x27;m not sure where I was going. But, I wanted to avoid paying a locksmith. Call me cheap--I don&amp;#x27;t care. They charge like 100 bucks just to show up and another 50 or so to pick the lock with a bobby-pin. Lame. As I was cruising down the street, thinking of going to my friend Aimee&amp;#x27;s, because her boyfriend once helped my father get into his locked car, I noticed a cop car. Hmmm. I pulled over right next to him. GORGEOUS cop opened the window. &amp;#x27;Officer. Hi. Can you help me?&amp;#x27; &amp;quot;What seems to be the problem Miss?&amp;quot; &amp;#x27;You&amp;#x27;re going to laugh. I locked myself out...of my house...&amp;#x27; &amp;quot;OK.&amp;quot; &amp;#x27;My kitchen window is open, so I&amp;#x27;m thinking I might be able to break in.&amp;#x27; &amp;quot;Break in?&amp;quot; &amp;#x27;Yes.&amp;#x27; Jack starts crying. &amp;quot;Who&amp;#x27;s baby is that, Miss?&amp;quot; Thinking: Uh, I rented it for fun, after I locked myself out. &amp;#x27;It&amp;#x27;s mine!&amp;#x27; &amp;quot;Where do you live, Miss?&amp;quot; &amp;#x27;We should just call a locksmith, huh? My father suggested that too. But, uh, my cellphone is locked in my house.&amp;#x27; &amp;quot;Maybe I can help you, Miss...and you should never leave home without your cellphone.&amp;quot; Thinking: I&amp;#x27;m a frazzled single mom. As long I leave home with my baby, it&amp;#x27;s a good day. And so he followed me to my lovely (sarcasm intended) complex. Just as we were pulling up, my father pulled up. JD is now sleeping in the truck. My dad is confused why there is a cop meddling with the screen on my kitchen window. Then I explain, GORGEOUS said he could &amp;quot;probably break in.&amp;quot; Yes, people, a hot cop broke into my apt because I&amp;#x27;m a scatterbrain and locked myself out. And I have to say, GORGEOUS was limber, because dude like flung into my kitchen. I sure as hell, couldn&amp;#x27;t do it! Once in, he opened the door and JD, now awake, gave him a sleepy, who-the-heck-are-you look? GORGEOUS told me JD had amazing eyes (I know, I know). My father removed JD from me and walked into the living room. I told the cop I was going to buy, not bake cookies for him, because he helped me out when he didn&amp;#x27;t have to and uh, I don&amp;#x27;t bake. Then I joked &amp;quot;Please don&amp;#x27;t call social services on me. I&amp;#x27;m a really good mom.&amp;quot; Then my father chimed in: She writes for Glamour (um, he tells EVERYONE I write for Glamour, because it&amp;#x27;s so...relevant??? Correction, Dad, I pen a blog which clearly notes me as &amp;quot;Knocked Up&amp;quot; in the opener). GORGEOUS told me not to sweat it--that he once locked his daughter in the car when it was like 95 degrees out (Damn Officer, you win!). Daughter? Then I saw the wedding ring. GORGEOUS is spoken for. Grrrr. Then he whipped out his cell and showed me the stickers his 4-year-old stuck on &amp;quot;for fun&amp;quot; one night. Aw. Nonetheless, GORGEOUS was kind. When he left, I told JD, when in trouble look for a guy in uniform. And never underestimate your tax dollars. I&amp;#x27;m not sure how funny this actually reads. But I imagine Lauren, Kateri, Nic, Matt, Katie (and all my other friends) are laughing at their desks, thinking only Coppa. [Nic, does it remind you of the time we locked ourselves IN, (yes in, people) my apt in NYC?] Did I mention there was spit-up on my sweatshirt? What was the last scatterbrain thing you did? Big thanks to the Wayne PD! Image: Wayne Township"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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