What happened was...

I just did something so dumb that I was writing the triage note in my head for it. I have a keypad on my front door so I don't carry my keys (I will now!). Well, the batteries died on it while I was walking Banjo so I had no way to get in. Except. The dog door. And I have a 7-foot privacy fence. What choice did I have? I turned the trash can upside down, climbed on it, teetered on top of the fence, said "this is such a bad idea," and jumped down. Miraculously I landed without breaking anything, although I landed hard on my butt and whacked my head on the fence. My glasses flew off but also, happily, did not break. THEN I had to crawl through the dog door. To say I was pissed would be a drastic understatement. The guy at Vivint thought it was pretty funny. I could hear the strangled laughter. "I'm so sorry," he said. "That is frustrating." I'm sure I'll think it's funny tomorrow. Or maybe not because I'll be even more sore. And I'm scraped all over from head to toe. Thank god I'd left the utility door open or I would have been totally screwed…I've done such a good job securing my home that I'd have been unable to get in myself!