come to my window..

If you know me, you know a few things for certain:
 1. I'm a oral hygene freak
and,
 2. The strangest things happen to me.
So it's really no wonder why I ended up breaking into the bathroom the the window in order to brush my teeth.

The door of my bathroom is old. It's old enough for the door knob to get stuck in the jam and provide my with a headache- trying to come up with a plan to get in the bathroom- after all, it had been all day without brushing my teeth. After spending the day jimmy-rigging the door, to try and pry the lock out of the door, my mom suggested I go through the outside-in.
Now if you can't go under it. Can't go over it. We all know what you have to do- go through it! And that's just what I did. Although I'm not scared of ladders, the thought of hoisting myself into a small window that dumps you into the shower with nowhere to land gives you something to think about... I managed to fit in the window just fine. But the door still remained stuck.
It was as though I was on an HGTV show gone wrong. Here I am- never had to do any sort of manual labor- hammering the door jams off to take the door off. After the jams were off and feeling accomplished- the door still remained stuck. So I pried the door open using a screwdriver and hammer eventually, and boy was the gratification of sweat, manual labor, and breaking in worth the breathe of fresh spearmint flavor of Crest toothpaste.

Enjoy the mental image of me doing this, and it'll be all the more entertaining!



Happy Tuesday!
Go Philies!


Lesson learned: always stay small enough to fit through windows.