Lost and found

I lost my keys a couple of days ago. So, I had been using Drue's keys to get around and take care of business. On Sunday, as we were running out of the house to get to church early because I'm in charge of Sharing Time this month, Drue asks me if the door is locked. Um, I don't think so I say. So, he runs back to lock it. I'm not huge on locking doors- I guess I just feel FAR more safe than my paranoid hubby who locks every door he can find.
Church.
At the end of Sacrament meeting (it's last for us) I ask Drue where the keys are because I'll be the one taking James home- Drue has to go administer the Sacrament to the "shut-ins" with the Young Men. He stops. Thinks. Purses lips. I start to laugh. Thats right- We're locked OUT of the house. Again. We do this to ourselves at least once a year, and I'm thinking the last time this happened was in September! Our track record is not a good one.
We call our landlord. He's in church too.
We ask a few people if they know how to pick a lock. Finally, we find Bro.Poulsen who can not only pick a lock, but ALSO has his own set of lock picking tools. Wow. We tell him to meet us at home.
On go the Jackets. Out we march of the church to home sweet home.
I'm giving Drue a loving, but pretty rigorous, good-natured ribbing about always locking us out of the house. And he's taking it like a champ.
So, we meet Bro.Poulsen at our door and he begins to try to pick the lock. And tries. And tries. Its getting COLD outside.
Since I've got my Jacket on, I decide to put my hands in my pockets and try to keep them warm. You know how when you put your hand into jacket pockets your fingers just start "fingering" things- doesn't matter what they are! I had put my lip gloss in my jacket pocket and was-I thought- just playing with that while waiting for my door to be unlocked.
Um.
It was my keys.
Thats right, I have been standing outside with my family in the FREEZING air waiting for someone else to pick my lock while I've been playing with my KEYS in my jacket pocket.
Needless to say, Drue started guffawing with delight that I had my keys all along and I am now not allowed to give him a hard time about locking us out.
Fair? I think not. :)