(diaryland) August 11, 2002 - 12:47 p.m.

Rosie, Roland and I were sitting on the porch in our pyjamas. Then the front door blew shut.

"We're locked out now," said Roland. This was a real bummer because it was pretty cold. But we shrugged and sat there a while. Then I remembered I'd left my house keys in my car, so Roland broke into it with the aid of a trowel and a venetian blind.

This made us happy. We got back into the house. Then Diane woke up and said, "You should have rung the doorbell. I would have let you in."

We had thought about that, but, you know.