The hubby's up in Ohio for a golf tournament trip. I drop him off at the airport, drive to work and immediately lock my keys in my car.
"D-Oh!" (Homer Simpson sound)
And I got sunburn standing out there with the guy from Pop-a-lock. My car's apparently hard to break into, which normally would be a good thing. As it is, my neck and the tops of my feet are fried.
I think the pets are on to Mike being gone, too. I feel their little stares and tiny doubts. Good thing they're hardy is all I can say.
I know he deserves a little fun weekend, but I need my keeper back!