Keys are Important

Today I took my mom to the doctor. She was pretty sick. Got her some medicine and had Lindsay drop me off at Mom's to deliver the meds and then I headed home. For some reason I bought a purse the size of Grand Canyon last month. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Anyway, as I was walking home, I was digging, digging, digging in the abyss that is my purse. Had keys to my mom's house, but not mine.

Crud!

I checked the front door to see if maybe I had forgotten to lock it. No such luck, I was all about safety on my way out evidently. So then I went to the back yard. We leave the back door open so the dogs will use the backyard as their potty instead of the living room. It was open but had the "safety stick" in the door so it wouldn't open more than about 8 to 10 inches. Believe it or not, I am bigger than 8 to 10 inches, no matter how hard I tried to squeeze through. I could see my keys on the dining room table. Tried talking the dogs ( who were so excited to see me in the back yard ) into climbing up on the table and retrieving my keys (kind of like Lassie), but to no avail. It was in the low 70's today and quite windy. I refuse to admit that it isn't summer and was in shorts and a tshirt. It got a little chilly.

Jon came and rescued me and let me in the house. I was too embarrassed to admit to Lindsay that I had locked myself out. I didn't want to bother my poor sick mom. So I sat in the yard and tried to get out of the wind for about an hour until Jon could get here. He was on his way anyway, so I just waited.

So I learned today, that you should always take your keys when you leave the house. I'm 50 years old, I think it was time to learn that one.