I was like that BEFORE my husband died.

We live in the country so never locked our doors when Dan was alive. Once I was alone, though, I decided to lock them at night. A couple weeks after he passed away, I went out the front door in my nightgown at 2 am to see what the dogs were barking about, then heard the "click" of the deadbolt behind me. I was locked out - in 20 degree F weather with an east wind - and barefoot with no cell phone, nearest neighbors half a mile away....
After a few minutes of panic I remembered we used to hang a spare key in a shed (for when neighbors took care of our place during vacations), so went to go get it.
That was an eye-opening moment - when I realized the new paradigms of living alone - but now it's a bit of a joke:-)

Ha Ha, well at least you weren't caught fluffing the bushes! This came about from a gal on DS who hid a key outside, they couldn't remember where she put it. Her neighbours asked her what she was doing when she was looking all around her garden, hence............she said she was "fluffing the bushes" I still giggle at that one. Hugs, Wendy

Before my husband died he kept telling there was a mouse in the house. He would leave little bits of food out the mouse. I found a bit of cheese and ask him what that was about. He said that is what mice eat, Right.

I knew better than to suggest a trap, he was such a gentle man. He would take spiders outside, would never kill one.

About three weeks after he died I did see the mouse. The mouse poked his head out from under the stove. So did my cat that she just sat there and looked at it.

I told the mouse, yes I talked to the mouse, that I was not husband. I explained that I already had and breathing problem and could not afford to get Hanna Virus. I would get a trap. I really did not want to do this but I would have to. So I suggest he leave.

Ok knowing you all think I am nuts I will keep going.

Believe it or not the mouse did leave. I found the hole where he came in and closed it up. In fact I tore the house up looking for holes only found one.

Holly, that is a great story! Thanks for sharing! I loved Stuart Little. I could watch it over and over!

I've enjoyed the stories. Even smiled at a few. I have lost several sets of keys in the few ,onths of being alone. however the funniest thing I have ever done was flush my car keys. went to the grocery store and while there went to the bathroom. it had an automatic folksy that flushed itself. my keys feel out of my pocket about the same time and whoosh away they went. The kicker was...I was three hours from where we lived, my house and car keys on same ring. Called my sister who lived in that town and she helped me call a wrecker to tow the car to the dealership for a key to be cut. Needless to say hubby was NOT impressed....