Woked Out
John and I were on the balcony last night cooking dinner. The sun was going down over the city and the smells coming from our wok were truly mouth-watering. I turned to go inside and put the rice on the plates in anticipation of the stir-fry and found that the door would not open. We were locked out with our wok. Visions passed through my head of having to call down to the passing strangers on the street for help. Thankfully our bedroom windows were open and we could push a screen in. We ended up crawling through the window a few times because the door is mysteriously stuck - not locked. The stir-fry was great.
posted by Robin @ 3:37 PM
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Robin...that's so funny. It's a good thing you both are resourcful..some might have just have stayed on the balcony forever for lack of "survival" instinct. You guys are able to think outside the box. Sometimes we think outside the box so much that we don't even know where the box is anymore..... That can be good or that can be bad....
Anyway..thankfully you had food to hold you over until you were able to figure the situation out....
How's the job going???
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