So last night while I was at work, Todd decided to take a nice, relaxing candelit shower. After he got out, he stepped out onto our front stoop to blow out the candle so he wouldnt stink up the house. He closed the door behind him, only to find he had locked himself out of the apartment in merely his boxers and slip on house shoes. Typically if that had happened, he would have walked to Barnes and Noble and had some coffee and read magazines until I got home from work, but being he was almost naked I dont think that would fly. He thought of the only thing he could do- break into our house. Luckily we have a broom sitting under our stairs, so not wanting to get glass all over our couch, he broke the pane of the door out furthest from it. Not a smart move, as the broken pane ended up being too far from the door knob and his hand was about 2 inches from reaching it, so he had to bust another pane out. Finally, cold, slightly less relaxed with a bit of lost dignity, victory was his and he was back inside. The mental image of the whole situation is ridiculous. I love my boyfriend.
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I told Curtis about this and we both laughed for like 5 minutes.
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