And they say Vegas isn't a safe place...

Woke up with the kids and we were headed out the door. While I was looking for the keys, the kids went out the front door and left it opened. There in the lock was my set of keys—apparently left from last night when we had returned home. The kids are in to wanting to use the keys to unlock the door. And, as I had my arms full of groceries, I never noticed the keys didn’t make it into the house.

Someone could have come in; someone could have figured out which car was mine and stolen it; someone could have just plain out stolen them. Thank goodness it wasn’t the night the crazy lady showed up at 2 a.m. I think we were lucky and definitely watched over by angels.

P.S. For anyone wanting to lecture me I already got chewed out my one of my besties. I mean up one side and down another chewed out. I know, I know, I know, I know...