MRS. MULERT'S MISHAP

Don got out of the car to pay for the parking voucher down the block. I couldn't see him, and thought he was waiting for me, so I got out of the car to meet him. He wasn't too happy to see me, since I had just locked his keys, (and mine), in the car. We called the road service yet again, and waited over an hour, for the 5 minute job. Of course, he had to come in a tow truck-my favorite truck!

Here's my current hero.

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!(For those of you who aren't Catholic or suffered through Latin, this means-through my fault, through my fault, through my most grevious fault. Kind of says it all.