Plans change...

It’s funny how plans can change in an instant. Last night I decided to call my sweetie before leaving work for home. I’m glad I did. He had gone to a meeting about an hour away in a large city. He took time to make a quick stop that became not so quick when he locked his keys in the car…. I need to point out here that this is the second time in nine years this has happened, so it is a very rare occurrence. Last night he was gleefully an hour early for the meeting, so decided to pick up a canned good or two for the Food Bank (he is so precious to me). Unfortunately, he had been listening to something on the radio for a few minutes before he got out. When you take the key out of my ignition, the radio keeps on for a few minutes until you open the door. This doesn’t happen in his. Before he realized it, he locked himself out of the truck 60 miles away in a very unfamiliar place. He didn’t have my number at work with him. Thankfully for him he only had to wait one hour for me to get off of work and one hour for me to “rescue” him. J

The other time the keys were locked in the car was when he stopped to check a tire on the truck and left the dog in the front seat. Do I need to say that the dog locked him in? I think he was grateful he had his cell phone in his pocket and not in the car!

One thing I am very greatful for is a husband that says thank you. He is also extra sweet to me for a few weeks (if that is possible!) when I do extra for him...