Oh, I should mention that before Zach left he got one of our recently copied keys jammed in the lock and after much swearing and pounding on the door...he still couldn't get it off. Naturally, I ordered him to go to his parent's house so I could figure it out. Which I did. Don't ask how, but I took the entire lock off the door and pulled it apart, jiggled the key around, pulled on it with all my might (and a pair of needlenose pliers) and somehow I finally got it out. The question is, did I put the lock back on? Yes, and completely successfully. Apparently I am pretty handy when Zach isn't around to make me nervous.
Yes, today was a day of broken locks, Jon and Kate plus 8 (my other secret shame, besides Hot Tamales re: my previous post) re-runs and a supremely relaxing shower. Ahh...too bad it's 10 goddamn degrees outside. You've got to love Buffalo in the winter.