Due to the stormy looking skies when we left home, we hopped in the 1993 Taurus. Nobody told me to not remove the key from the ignition. That's what I did! When we went to leave NIACC, I could not get the key in the ignition to start the car. After many frustrating moments and words, I broke down and called Todd. Of course he's awake, but only for a few minutes more. He agrees to come and rescue us. He arrives and I get the lecture of, "NEVER TAKE THAT KEY OUT!" OK......I WON'T...I PROMISE.......Car starts after a few maneuvers and the key did not break. I was afraid the key was going to break off when I was trying to start the car.
We then headed home and I pondered to myself, "Why do I take this car?" This is the same car that I took to Boy Scout camp exactly one year ago. That was the time when I had all of my gear in the trunk of the car and NO KEY to get in the trunk! I trained 6 Boy Scouts rather quickly in how to break into the trunk of a car. They removed the back seat and VOILA- my gear and all! After all, it's all in a Mom's day, right?