Fragile, at the moment, my sanity.
In the picture above, my cousin Morticia. What is she doing? Trying to help me break into my car. I had been to the hospital to visit my daughter. As I was leaving, I walked to the passenger side to put a vase of flowers in there. That's when I saw them. My keys. Locked inside my car.
I called Morticia, she went by the dry cleaners and got a wire hanger. Together, we finally got in. Although, we both decided if we wanted new careers, car thief would not be one of the options.
Can't keep us Southern Gals down.