St. Joseph, the patron saint of carpenters, hasn't been doing a bit of work on my chairs. They all seem to fall apart, but that's a whole other blog post. However, St. Anthony has pulled through.
Today we went to go eat out for lunch. So I strapped in the baby and stupidly forgot my keys on top of the roof the car. Hubby was strapping in HB while I locked up the house. We crank the car and turn off our cross street to the freeway. Get on freeway and here, thunk, thunk, thunk. At first we thought it was dirt or something we hit, until Hubby said it was my keys....
After all was said and done, I've decided that key flinging is an over rated sport. I'm going to look for a key chain thingy (see Tom's keys for example) that will clip to my skirts since for whatever reason designers don't make women's clothing utilitarian (ie with pockets).
Today ended with an up note. We spent a large chunk of the afternoon/evening at the pool with a bunch of our neighbors celebrating a birthday. It was loud. It was social. And I got to swim which is rare.