Last Friday as I was trying to leave school, I realized I couldn't find my keys. I never lose my keys. I pride myself in knowing where they are at all times. For example, I know that right now my keys are in my car in the garage. Anywho, I couldn't find them on Friday and I had a moment of panic. So I called Woody, who had already left school, to tell him he was probably going to have to come get me since I couldn't find my keys. So he turned around and headed back to get me. I thought I'd be considerate and meet him in the parking lot. I had to walk past my car (I did gaze in the car, mentally saying goodbye to it until I found my keys) and I noticed that the doors were unlocked. Then I got all excited because I thought maybe I left them in my car. So I check the backseat ~I had grabbed some potluck stuff from the backseat that morning~ but saw no keys. Then I opened up the drivers door and peered in. They were there, in the ignition. Seriously. I laughed with relief, and here comes Woody. Oops. He looked at me, shook his head, and silently turned the truck around to go home, again. So my hero didn't need to save me after all. Apparently I need to pay more attention when I'm getting out of the car in the mornings.
Oh, by the way, baby countdown is currently at 30 days. 1 month. 15 days of school. But who's counting?
