Sunday we decided to have a family dinner. I agreed to make the main course and take it over to my daughter's house.

We got the car loaded up with dishes and sweaters and other stuff, rolled out of the driveway and were on our way. Called Jenny before we got to the freeway to tell her we were enroute. "Did you remember the food?" she asked. Oops.

No problem. We turned around and went back home, only a few blocks. Got out and went to the front door. We were locked out. Back door, patio doors, windows all around, locked up tight, dinner on the inside with the dog, us on the outside with our frustrations. She woofed us encouragement the entire time we were there.

My husband has heretofore undisclosed skills at lockpicking (I won't ask) and he got in, got the food and we finally had dinner at Jenny's house. All's well that ends well.