I Couldn't Make All This Shit Up... **UPDATE**

Well, as you know, my keys were on top of my building...I went to the office the next morning and spoke with the property manager who let me know that there were 7 air conditioning units that had broken down and were priority (we have ONE maintenance worker for the whole complex).

I told her that was fine, but I was concerned that it would possibly rain and ruin my keyless remote.  She said that she'd washed her keys in the washing machine and it still worked.  I was like heffa, so what! I still don't want them getting rained on.

The day goes on and it's gnawing at me that my keys are up there where *YUCK* birds are!!  By late afternoon I really have an urgency to get my daggone keys somehow.  Well, I go to the office to check the status of things, hoping maybe they took about 5 minutes to go up and get them.  No such luck.

So, I did what I always do...Went to my dad's (in my blue jean skirt, no less), traded my car for the Silverado, put the 18 foot ladder in the back and headed home.

When I got there, I decided that I could do it, but my son has me by about 5 inches and his wingspan was an advantage.  So, I carried to ladder up to the third floor landing and set it up and then went and got him and told him to take the broom up and get my keys.  Of course, he's afraid of heights, so I had to pep talk him all the way and tell him to only look up.

Ya'll know I wasn't about my let my child fall, right?  I'da caught his 225 lb ass if I had to, LOL.

Anyway, we had the keys in less than 5 minutes.  I let him gather himself after he got off the ladder and I very politely carried the ladder back down and loaded it back in the truck and headed back to dads.

I called the maintenance guy and let him know I'd gotten my keys.  That hella storm you east coasters got last night?  The very storm that would've taken my keys who knows where if they'd have stayed on that roof.

I don't necessarily WANT to be an independent woman, but dammit, I HAVE to be!