To The Rescue

Missing car keys are becoming a regular occurrence for me. Sometimes they end up at the bottom of a lake, or a child slams a locked car door shut. This time it was entirely my fault, AGAIN!

I had just worked out at the gym (not my favorite thing lately, but something's gotta change), and headed home to my less than tidy house. I started cleaning up and making my soup for dinner when I noticed I didn't have a few key ingredients.

I decided to quickly run to the grocery store for the few items. I was hoping I wouldn't run into anyone I knew in my current condition.

As luck would have it, as I was loading the groceries, I locked my keys and cell phone in the car. What to do? I knew I had a spare key, and I knew right where it was, but who is home during the day, and whom do you ask to enter your very dirty house.

I quickly called Becky Parry. She laughed as I told her my predicament. I told her not to mind my dirty house as she retrieved the spare key.

Becky to the rescue! I was only stranded 10 minutes, thanks Becky! When she pulled up she said, "Two things, (1) Your dog is out, (2) Your house is a disaster!" Nothing like pure honesty.