All I did was dart back inside the house this morning and gab my cell phone and then lock up behind me. Now the deadbolt on the front door is stuck in the locked position. The latch still turns, but the deadbolt goes nowhere.
If it weren’t for multiple egresses, we’d be making the acquaintance of our local locksmith. Instead, I guess it’s time to replace the front door.
In Other News:
– I kind of fail as a blogger.
– Elle is a year old now.
– Our house is full of the plague.