Doh!

While my car is in the shop this week, literally having more than $1,000 of work done, I've had my Dad's (crappy-ish) car all week. This morning, when I was walking Syd, I started the car (since I forgot my garage opener in my own car and have had to park outside all week. The horror!) to warm up. I came back down to go to work (I was early because I needed to get gas) only to find that I locked the keys in the car, while it was running. I ran upstairs, crying to Tom because it's already been an awful week and this is just the icing on the cake, and then called AAA. Just before we left, Tom was getting Syd's food ready, and said: "Jules, why is there mint chocolate chip ice cream in the fridge? How come it's not in the freezer?" Well, because I'm a space cadet, apparently. Wonderful. Juuuuust wonderful.