This story happened "Pre-Husband." It occurred when BJ lived with me in Houston.
So, one evening BJ and I HAD to have pickled Jalapeno peppers and carrots from our local Mexican restaurant down the road. We walked to the front door of the apartment to leave, and the door was stuck. It has been raining really bad, and the rain and humidity had made the wooden door swell, causing it to jam. We pulled...we pushed...we pleaded, but the damn door never opened. We were so determined to get our pickled Jalapeno peppers at 9 PM that night that nothing could get in our way...not even a stuck front door. But, there was no other exit from the apartment. So, we did what any other rational person would have done...we climbed through the front window and drove to the Mexican restaurant.
Just another day in Weenie's World!
BJ: Do you remember this?? I laugh every time I think about it. This could only happen to us!!