D'oh!

I'm sitting here on the front porch, enjoying my morning coffee and the sunshine. I went to go into the house to get a refill on the coffee... and discovered that I've managed to lock myself out.

M's still asleep, and apparently he's not hearing my knocking.

The ringer's turned off on the phone, so I can't even call to wake him up.

Well, at least it's sunny out, and I even have tunes. *g*

Time for me to start knocking again...

ETA: Eventually I remembered that the bedroom window was open. And since the bedroom is on the ground floor, I just had to go over to the window and say his name a couple of times before he was up and let me in. He didn't stop laughing at me, though...