This morning poor Julia survived a very traumatic experience. As I was clearing the snow off the car, the doors to the car locked with the car running and Julia inside! Tailgate?...LOCKED! Passenger door?...LOCKED! Drivers door?...LOCKED! I check all doors - THREE TIMES! OHHH NOOO! I have a spare set of car keys in the house but my house keys are hanging from the ignition! Panic starts to set in. I need to get in the house. Then I realize I have my cell phone in my pocket. Yes! Grandma has a spare key to the house so I can just call Grandma. One problem, I DON'T have Grandma's number on my cell phone! I'll call Sheryl to call her Mom. VOICE MAIL!!! and my cell battery is dying! Finally I get a hold of Auntie Weezie and she brings over the spare key. 20 minutes into the ordeal I am finally back in my car. Poor Julia. She sat in the warm car (climate controlled at a temperate 24C) watching the Backyardigans laughing at me and oblivious to my plight. Seriously, ...