A perfect storm
Every time we go away these days, there is an unavoidable musical chairs game of keys. Somebody gets the mailbox key, someone else gets my house keys so they can come and feed Blueberry, hubby's house keys get left at my parents' so they can use the car, etc etc etc. So, it's no small wonder that one of these days something would go awry, as things tend to do around me. We just came back from a lovely long weekend at a lakeside golf resort, where we took walks in the woods, ate barbeque pork nachos, soaked in an infinity pool, and watched my friend get married. I had taken a day off on Monday so I could relax, and catch up with Munchkin, who stayed back with my parents. We had left Hubby's car at my office parking lot, thinking that we would pick it up on the way back. We pulled into our driveway, and Hubby exclaimed: "what the fuck!! Where is my car!" and then, as we both realized that it was still in the parking lot, we both said, "Oh, fuck!...