My husband gives his sister his key to our apartment, in case she gets back to our apartment before he does. He takes my keys. I am in bed (this is at like 8am today).

Liz leaves for NoCal with Keith’s key. Wouldn’t typically be a problem except for the fact that we’re leaving for Legoland in a few hours and WE HAVE TO LEAVE A SET OF KEYS FOR THE TERMITE GUY. And we now only have one. ONE.

So, do we give our one and only key to the termite guy and leave our home with no definite way to get back into it when we return in a few days? No. Instead, Keith gets to stop the prep for termite guy (bagging up food and medicine, packing up the kitties and plants for their stay at Aunt Dawn’s, packing the three of us for three days out of town) and drive alllll the way across town to the one and only place in Los Angeles County that can duplicate a key for us on a Sunday afternoon.

*sigh*

If my family weren’t so wonky, I’d have a lot to say about the family I married into. 😉 But, y’know… glass stones and all.

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