Just yesterday I locked myself out of the house. I went on a bike ride and thought my house keys were in my jersey pocket, everything else was!

So when I get home and start fishing around for the keys and realize I don't have them I've got the dog inside barking and all excited when he hears it's me, wondering why the heck I don't open the door! D'oh!

I had my cell phone and figured I would just call a locksmith when I thought to check to see if hubby put back the hide-a-key, bingo! Boy was I happy, so was the pup!

First thing I saw when I came in was my keys laying on the counter.....where I put them!

They went imediately into my jersey pocket for tomorrows ride!