It snowed yesterday and last night, and this morning there was still a couple of inches on the ground at our house. Aaron went out to clear off his truck to drive to work when he found my passenger door slightly ajar. He opened it to find the glove box contents scattered all over and the change container (formerly ashtray of course) open but still containing pennies and nickles. I came out to inspect and found the only things to be actually missing were some quarters and dimes and more importantly my free drink coins for Sonic. Rude. But the perpetrator left his/her glove on the ground in the snow. Lesson: don’t leave your doors unlocked, and if you are a bad guy who takes off his glove to rummage around in unlocked cars, be careful because you will not be getting your glove back.
But wait! My stupidity gets worse. I come back inside from inspecting my car to get my keys to lock it. I can’t find them. I think about the last place I went, but they are not on the hook where I should have left them. Then I remember we went in the backyard to play in the snow. I check my coat pocket, empty. I start to panic. Then I remember where I left them and start to extra panic. The last time I had my keys is when I went out front to take a picture. I put my keys OUTSIDE on the nail on the front door so that the kids wouldn’t lock me out. I run to find them still there. All of them. I breathe a sigh of relief. Somehow on the night I left my keys on the front door someone gets into my car but leaves Aaron’s truck and our house alone? That’s right, they didn’t even see them. It’s times like these I am glad that I am protected despite my extreme propensity to ensure bad guys are welcome at my home.