mail fail

so i managed to lock myself out of my car getting mail today.  how, you ask?  how does one ever explain these things?

 

our mailbox resides across the street from the end of our gravel driveway, which happens to be roughly a quarter-mile from the house.  i had parked my car at the mailbox, and like many times before, left it running to retrieve the mail.  mail in hand, i went to open the car door to get back in.  it appeared stuck.  baffled, i peeked in.  the lock was down.

 

now how the heck did that happen?

 

thinking, i knew i had a spare car key in the house.  so naturally i trekked up the driveway.

 

only, once i got there, i wondered how i'd get in the house at all. 

 

my house key was attached to my key ring, which was locked in the car.  and i could call my husband, who wasn't home yet.. if i could just get to my cell phone that was in my purse.  in the car.

 

hmm.  well, that sucked.

 

walking around, i managed to find a way into the house, by sheer luck really.  phew.  then i proceeded to find the spare, walk back down the driveway, get back into my car, and drove back home.

 

it wasn't until i was back inside the house that i realized i'd left the mail outside on the front porch.

 

well, at least this preggo got some exercise.  perhaps this entry should be entitled... baby brain episode #1.