Perfect...Just Perfect

So after an AMAZING weekend with the kids (all of 'em), and a life mystery being solved right in front of me (click here for that), this morning took a down turn. Robbie got everything together last night for his week at work. Remember, he stays here all week...

Anyway, I got up this morning to go stay with Carsyn until Cindy could get there (I needed to go with Mama and Daddy). Out to the golf cart I went. I even remembered to take a towel with me for the dew-laden seat. Being in an incredibly sweet frame of mind, I was even willing to walk home and let Cindy keep said golf cart for the girls (she sweetly offered to keep Grace also). In what seemed an amazing moment of solidarity, Chiclet (the 5-pound guard dog) ran to get on the golf cart even before I finished saying, "You wanna ride?" She usually waits and makes us stop the cart. No worries today. No key. No problem. Yeah right.

Over to the truck I go (no Chiclet this time). No key.

Into the house I go. No keys in sight.

At the risk of running late for my sweet little charges, I called Robbie. HE has keys. All of 'em. In Montgomery. No problem. Yeah, right.

Guess it's a good thing we got the car out of the shop.

Guess it's a good thing others in the family work in Montgomery.

Guess it's a good thing I don't get stressed out.

Yeah, right.