Sexy Swap?

In a rare blending of perfect events that lead me to having A) a whole hour to myself B) in 75 degree Spring weather C) and having "found" $60 cash (in my husband's wallet, but that's neither here nor there) I decided to go to my favorite bakery for sea-salted shortbreads and coffee followed by a spray tan (not as bad as REAL tanning and does wonders for filling in stretch marks).

AHHHH.

Until I got into my car and was befuddled that the key would not start the ignition. Over and over I cranked that thing.

Then a young boy opened the door and asked me why I was trying to steal his mom's car.

Honda Pilot: car of ditzy mothers everywhere.