I channeled my inner Jack Nicholson the other night when I came home to a locked house and no keys.
Clearly I did not get as far as Jack and the only resident on the other side of the door was Cricket the cat meowing for me to fill her food dish. The only fear was the fear of starvation.
I will say I looked more fashionable than Jack in my camouflage sequined jeans and my fringe Minnetonka suede boots. Take that Jack, this chick knows how to beat a door down in style.
I also created a masterpiece for a kick ass photo, and for that I am quite proud.
I sat in my car for 2 hours until Jase got home.
He opened a window……….