I usually have a pretty good memory. Well for dates anyway. Roger makes fun of me because I can remember people's birthdays and all other kinds of useless information. When it comes to useful information though, that's a different story. I had the worst brain blunder on Tuesday. I was at the park with my friend Kathrin. It was a beautiful day and the kids were playing so well. It was time to leave and I realized that I locked my keys in the car. So normally that's not so bad, you can just call your significant other and have them come unlock the doors right? Well Roger's in New York for work, nice huh? He did leave his keys with me, but where were they? On their hook at home? Of course not. They were also in my purse, locked in the car. Such a predicament huh? Kathrin again came to the rescue (she babysits kids all the time for me, she's a lifesaver). She has AAA, so we just called and had them come get the keys out. I can't believe what a doofus I am. Good thing for good friends who are willing to sacrifice to help out (Kathrin's son missed a music lesson, I'm a dirt bag huh?) The question I pose to all of you is this; can I blame this serious brain blunder on being pregnant or like my brother always says, do I have to own up to having no street smarts?