If only I hadn’t wanted to soak in the hot tub with my soul mate late on Friday night.
If only John and I hadn’t each thought the other person brought the house key.
If only we hadn’t locked the front door.
If only we had brought a cell phone with us.
If only we weren’t in bathing suits when we asked to use the phone at Hungry Howie’s.
If only the locksmith had been more competent and hadn’t taken more than an hour to drill through our front door.
If only he hadn’t charged $150 for the service.
The good news? We’re both alive, we’re healthy, and we had some extra money lying around in our account, just waiting for an emergency to happen. So everything’s A-ok. Except I never did get to soak it up in the hot tub with my soul mate.