Minneapolis Homeowners Find New Hiding Place for Key

Apparently, while Shad and I were enjoying a lovely dinner at Blackbird with a few friends this evening, Summ, jL, Mike, & Jason (and possibly others I have not yet found out about) decided to let themselves into my home, help themselves to all of my wine, and have a little party on my patio.

Who does that?

I do feel a little bit violated, but I guess I feel mostly amused and pleased (given my basically socialist ideals) that I could share my resources with the patio-less and booze-less. My family generally has an open-door policy with regard to dropper-inners, and in the past this has resulted in shenanigans that have led me to, well, keep my key's hiding place top secret. For example, a few years ago, brother John let himself into Kate & Bryan's home in Maple Grove and took a shit in their toilet and didn't flush, knowing they would be out of town for a week. Not to be outdone, Bryan bagged up the shit and Fed Exed it to John as soon as they returned.

Don't get any ideas. I am finding a new hiding spot for that key. And you won't find out about it unless I need you to feed my cat. Which stinks, because the key has only been in its current location for about five weeks; I had hoped it would have a longer tenure.