ok, that was dumb

Cue scene, Friday afternoon, snow storm:


I arrived home early from work, the snow accumulated about 12" with more on the way, perfect scenario for homemade granola bars.  Specifically, thick, chewy granola bars from The Smitten Kitchen.  With my snow boots zipped up, I trekked out to the health food store a few blocks away for the ingredients.  Anyone who lives in an apartment in a city with the grocery store in walking distance knows the pain of carrying bags home.  For those who live in such luxuries as houses, let me explain:  usually, I get to the store with a list, and of course fill the basket with more than I can comfortably carry.  Especially during a snow storm, when I think that I need to stock up on hundreds of canned goods.  What am I doing with a can of beets anyway?  So, I leave the store, struggling to carry eight bags filled with unneeded groceries in a blizzard, uphill, on snow covered sidewalks.  It's not too bad, I've learned to put up with the pain of my fingers almost falling off, that is, until I reach the front door of my building and need to balance all the bags on one hand while finding my keys and opening the door with the other.  Oh yea, lots of fun.  


So this was me on Friday.  I went to the store for rolled oats and raisins, yet came back with cans of organic coconut water, a years supply of mint tea, agave nectar, and a million other things I honestly do not need.  I managed to enter the building without incident, even took the elevator ride to the 5th floor without losing a finger.  My keys went into the lock of the apartment door, at which point I decided to take off my dirty boots to leave in the hallway.  While balancing eight hundred bags, I kicked off my boots, walked into the apartment, closed the door, and that was that.  I did it!  I made it back to my apartment unscathed while carrying a thousand bags uphill in a snowstorm storm!!  I am the greatest woman of all time!


The granola bars came out delicious.  Ooey gooey, chewy, and yummy.  


Fast forward to six hours later, Adam goes to take out the trash.  He opens the door and hears a little jingle, jingle.  


I LEFT MY KEYS IN THE DOOR.  On the OUTSIDE of the door.  I have a feeling that I A) won't be going to the grocery store by myself in a while, and B) won't live this one down.