hypothetical south mpls adventure

may or may not have locked myself out of our new house. with the dog. wearing matt's slippers. possibly carried Rocco a mile to the Prasada house, where Rocco promptly pooped on their rug- allegedly. perhaps frantically called our contractors, who were all out of town visiting their moms for Mother's Day, but one maybe left his phone at his house, which was answered by his roommate, who lives across the street from the Prasada house, who also worked on our home and knew where the contractor's key was. could have definitely borrowed a leash from the Prasada, snagged the key from the roommate, and shuffled back to our new home, still wearing Matt's slippers.

hypothetically, of course.