I went outside with Tootie this morning to throw a ball around. Cooper decided it was too cold, so he stayed inside. I knew I was only going out there for a minute to entertain her in lieu of a walk (it’s snowing, that means to hell with a walk), so I was only wearing sweat pants, a t-shirt, a hoodie and sneakers. No socks.

When I went back to the side door to go in, I noticed the door was locked. Just the glass screen door, though. Cooper was on the other side begging to get out (he’s fickle like that), but I couldn’t get the door opened. I had accidentally pushed the lock latch on the screen door and was left out there to freeze. Cooper continued to whine and scratch.

I stood there for a full two minutes trying to decide what to do. I had no phone, no keys, no coat, NO SOCKS. How was I going to get to work? Snow accumulated on my fist as I gripped the door’s handle. In a fit of frustration I yanked backward, cursing my awful luck, when the screen popped open to a warm home.

Damn, I’m glad I wasn’t locked out. Today just got a whole lot more awesomer.