So many of you may know that Husby and Wifey just moved into their first home. Yes, 4 bedrooms and a long anticipated fireplace.
Wifey is now an official expert in home buys and a Craigs-lister to the core. Meanwhile Husby is exerting his Mountain Man bravado and chopping wood for the fire like he's preparing for the snow-Apocolypse. (for those who live in Portland, you know this actually happened)
They are very happy.
But it didn't start out nearly so pleasant...
Upon moving in, Husby, the ever-cautious security buff, suggested, "Now we just need to change all the locks. You never know who has a key to your house".
Wifey looked askance, superiority written all over her face. "Who actually does that? No one has a key to our house. Plus, that would cost a fortune!"
And so they let the matter lie.
All was warm and delightful for several weeks. One bright Monday afternoon, Husby had the rare pleasure of a holiday. (As everyone knows, working for the government does have it's benefits when it comes to holidays. ;) Husby sat idly smoking his pipe in the office and Wifey toddled off for a quick errand. A peaceful silence settled over the house, with Husby's puffing the only disturbance.
Husby eased back in his chair, but almost fell out of it when the silence was interrupted by two male voices. The side door was unlocked and the garage opened. Their raucous voices filled the open doorway and Husby bolted for the bedroom for some kind of weapon. Snatching up the handy 9mm, Husby headed straight for them.
Two burly strangers stood in the garage, pawing about the still unopened boxes.
It was Husby's time to shine. "What the heck are you doing in our garage?" he demanded.
Panicing the intruders fumbled, "we are looking for some tools we left here".
yeah. right.
"Give me the key you have and get out" rejoined Husby.
The would-be burglars loosed a venimous look in Husby's direction and scrambled out. Husby called the police and reported the incident. Meanwhile Wifey returns home, gone for only 30 minutes, and is struck dumb by the tale.
Needless to say, Wifey listend to Husby after that. They changed the locks.
Moral: Listen to your husband. You really never know who has a key to your new house.
Photo credit: HI Carter Photography
