When I got home from work today, I had a walk date with my cousin Sarah (from my Oct trip). Every Monday evening, we talk on the phone (she's in Chicago and I'm in PHoenix) while we walk our dogs for a half hour.
So I rushed in from work, changed my shoes, said hello to DH, who was cleaning the pool in the back yard. He had just fired up the grill to cook us some dinner. Then I made the terrible mistake of locking the Arcadia door behind me when I came back in the house. Then I left the house. For a half hour. With DH still in the back yard with no key and no cell phone to call me and tell me.
DH was a little upset with me when I got back.
Fortunately, he got over it quickly!
Oops!
I'm such an airhead sometimes!