keys please

I have a problem.

I always lock my keys in my car and/or my house.

Last summer I locked the keys in the car several times, including  while getting a snowcone, while parked at WalMart, and in my driveway.  During the school year, I locked my keys in the house several times and ended up waiting at my mom's house until Samuel got home from work.

And yet again:

Yesterday was Josie's birthday-- (Josie is one of my cute young women)-- so we took her some breakfast before they took off for beehive camp.  I wasn't driving, so I opted to leave my purse home.  That's when the trouble began.  Upon arriving home, I had my arms full of cinnamon rolls and orange juice, I walked up to the front door opened the screen door, grabbed the doorknob and gave it a forceful twist... only-- it didn't twist.  I had locked the door.  Frantically I ran around to the kitchen side door, praying that by some amazing and unusual blessing of fate we might have left it open 3 weeks ago (which was the last time we had used it).  No luck.  I called my landlord; he didn't answer.  I called my mom about fifty times; she didn't answer.  I called Samuel, even though he was 400 miles away in the Tetons.  He answered!  But he couldn't do much to help, besides offer moral support.  So, I weeded my garden.

Eventually my mom called back, laughed a little, and came to pick me up.  Also, my landlord stopped by and unlocked the side door so that I could get in.

I guess I need to get a hide-a-key.  But...at least I lock my doors?