"Police department, what's your emergency?"
"Umm... I'm not sure it's an emergency... I'm 7 months pregnant, it's snowing and I'm locked out of my house..."
Definitely up there on my list of how NOT to start off a much needed, much anticipated snow day.
I went out to scoot some snow aside before it got to be too much for me (Jay's gone), came back in, and forgot that I had locked the door from the porch to the house last night - and we don't have a key. When I closed it behind me this morning, I must not have unlocked it first. I tried all the different doors and windows I could, and short of breaking glass, I'm not getting in on my own. (And now we need to replace the screen on the back door - whoops! Hey, I was desperate!)
Luckily, my neighbor popped her head out, and I ran over and used her phone. They're sending the fire department! This should make for good gossip on the block for a few days. Heh. I'm sitting on the porch (where, gratefully, my work laptop was still sitting) waiting for them to show up. D'oh.
(Edited: I'm back in. The firefighters laughed with me. Thankfully, Jay had left a window open on the 2nd floor, so they whipped out the ladder and climbed right in. I'm back inside, nice and warm and feeling kind of silly. :-))