Doh ! ! ! !

No I'm not talking about the kind of Dough that mommy uses for her baking, I'm talking about the forehead slapping kind of Doh ! ! ! Fortunately this didn't happen to us (insert Mommy).

Yesterday when dad was snow-blowing the drive way again, for the millionth time since Wednesday, we say the neighbor across the street cleaning off his car. He started it up so it would be nice and warm for him when he fianlly got it all cleaned off and was ready to leave. The only problem was that he locked his keys in the car, and apparently on the same set of keys were his house keys, cause dad said he ran across the street to use another neighbors phone.





A few minutes later, one of Mayfield's finest showed up and was able to open up the neighbors car.