11. I'm really anal about locks. If something has a lock, I want it to be locked. If something has a place to add a lock, I'll get one for it.

The enclosure under our back deck is like something of a tool shed. It's where we keep our lawnmower and many assorted things we don't want to deal with. This shed-like thing has two sliding wood doors. I went out and bought a ginormous, heavy padlock for each door. And they're keyed alike, so woohoo! (You know I'm a lock dork if "keyed alike" is an exciting phrase.)

The planks on the shed walls are rotting away. Locked doors do absolutely no good when a would be lawnmower thief (or would be junk thief, for that matter) need exert only minimal effort to pull away pieces of the wall. In spite of this, I'd still like to have those doors locked. The only reason I don't is that Bunny already looks at me like I'm a hideous freak and I certainly don't need to give her any more reasons for that.