A couple years ago on Labor Day weekend, I headed out on my normal Saturday morning routine of weighing in at Weight Watchers & hitting a few garage sales on my way home. Well, this Saturday when I left, JP was out back watering. 

His normal schedule had been to do a quick service call Saturday morning; he couldn’t get to during the week, so normally, he wasn’t home. So not knowing he was out back, I locked the door on my way out. When he was done watering, he tried to get in the house, but nope – the backdoor & all other doors & windows were locked & no extra key hidden. The dogs bailed on him as the temperature started to rise & went in to nap inside their favorite cool spots on the tile. He admits he tried to squeeze through the doggie door, but couldn’t make it.  

So mid-morning I wander home, open the door from the garage to the house & see him standing at the kitchen window pointing at the locked door. Oooops.  We now have a hidden key. I, like Dave, now make sure I have a house key on every ring.

Jan