Thank the Irish!!!!

True Story....

So, as I have mentioned before, my house was under construction (new siding, windows, trim, rock work, ect...) and we still haven't gotten everything finished yet, just little things left like the outside lights, the key pad to open the garage door, and the doorbell...no big deal, right? WRONG! I came home from school today and was locked out!!!! My dad had used my spare set of keys to warm up my car this morning, so I didn't have my house keys with me. So, I figured I'd just get the extra key from the garage...wait, no, there's no key pad, and our garage does not open manualy...so, what do I do? That's right, I'm trudgin' around to the back of my house in knee hip deep snow (not even joking) and I check the back door...locked....at this time I was considering hangin' out with my neighbor, Kathy (who was out shoveling her driveway) when I remembered that we had also put a patio door in with all the construction, so I trudge over through knee deep snow to that....could it be? YES!!!!! My dad had left it unlocked!!!! I was saved from the cold!!!!! And the hip-knee deep snow!!!!!!! I don't ever want to do that again. Now, how does this tie in with the title? Well, when we got the patio door, my dad liked to joke that an irishman moved into that room, and his name was Patty O'Dor.
~Steph