This morning nothing was doing but I have some glazed donut holes with my coffee. I parallel parked right smack at the front door of the town donut shop, scrounged around in my purse for cash, and just as I was going to slam my locked car door, I noticed my keys laying in the passenger side seat. I snatched them up and threw up a prayer of thankfulness to the good Lord.
Because the last thing a chubby girl who lives in a little town of 1200 folks wants to do is lock her keys in her car. Before dawn. In front of the donut shop. Amen?