Locked Myself Out Again!

I swear I am not high on anything but I keep locking myself out of the house! This morning, I picked up the wrong set of keys thinking they were my regular set and then jam-locked the door. When I got outside, I realized I was holding the wrong car keys. Man! Dang! Again? I went to look for my friend, Baba Porter to let me into my house but he was nowhere to be found. Not surprising, he begins work at 9:00am but doesn't show up until way after. Bummer. I had errands to run before going to work and this wasn’t exactly in my plans for the day. On a whim, I called up DH to see if he knew of a way for me to pick our lock. Sho’ nuff, he did. He walked me through how to do it. Please note that this is not a lesson on how to pick locks so I won’t go into details here. Besides, I don’t want any oles (thieves) showing up at my door. Anyway, after a few tries, I was in the house. I picked up my correct set of keys and headed out. What is up with me these days? I can’t seem to keep it together. All is well though.