I sent my husband an e-mail this morning, informing him that I was pretty sure that our boys (actually I called them HIS boys) were actively trying to make me crazy.
The details aren’t important, and aren’t as dire as Friday’s craziness, but still.
Shortly thereafter, I headed to the shop, to grab the bank deposit and run some other errands before 10.
Only, I had the WRONG SET OF KEYS.
I had the set that Mark likes (that just have a car key and a house key), instead of MY set, which actually has the shop key on it.
Further proof that I don’t need any help going crazy, I’m already most of the way their on my own.