The Case of the Mistaken House

We are spending Thanksgiving this year in the mountains and it is beautiful. No snow yet, but nice just the same. My mom, the girls and I came up to Boone yesterday and checked in to our townhouse. My suburban was loaded down, so it took awhile to get everything unpacked and organized. We were expecting a certain bed arrangement...King sized beds, two queens in one room, etc. That was the first sign that something was not quite right. The kitchen looked as if someone had just left, the refrigerator was fully stocked which is kind of rare in a rental property. After we had been settled in for a few hours, the oldest lil' darlin went outside and compared our keys to the house number. She came in freaking out, saying: "We're in the wrong house, we're in the wrong house". Sure enough, we were relaxing in the wrong abode. Unfortunately we didn't have a hidden camera capturing our shift in gears. We were throwing things in bags, thinking this family could arrive home at any minute. We felt like the three bears eating someone else's porridge. We made it without getting caught. Not that we were purposely doing anything wrong, it was an honest mistake. And who knows why our key opened their house. Oh well, just making more crazy memories! Happy Thanksgiving!