Need I say more

Ok, back to the brain lapse....Do you ever go into a room, look around and ask yourself, why am I here? What was I going to get here? Or you find your milk in the cupboard the next morning after swearing (not really swearing) you had a full gallon left the night before....This happens more times than I really want to admit, cause honestly it is a little frightening to me. Anyway...last night Anna had a soccer game. We carpooled with two other ladies and their daughters. We arrived at the overwhelming soccer pitches. There are about 20 of them (which weren't marked very clearly or rather at all) Not sure what was all going on in my mind, obviously a little too much. (You'll know why later) We followed the coach, who too was a little unsure of the location. We finally found out opponents. White socks team! This wasn't p2...this was p1. Never the less we made it, and settled in our chairs to enjoy the sun and game. Grandma Schmidt, Aunty Ing, Cara a little Lima bean came to watch. Great game. The girls lost by one. They played hard and Anna did great....(she played up this year to make the numbers better for the teams, and she is doing Awesome!) Love watching her.....she reminds me of her dad out there! As we walked back to the van the lovely lady who drove us all of a sudden says, "Don't tell me that door was left open the whole time....Why did I bother locking the doors!" Oh crap, please don't be my door......you got it....my door! Don't even ask what I was thinking cause obviously I don't know....did I think someone was coming behind me? That someone would check to see if all the doors were closed? That the door would automatically shut? Well the van owner graciously laughed and claimed "all is well, that ends well" Nothing was stolen....everything was intacted and the battery wasn't dead. You guessed it...Schmidt happens!