I'm an idiot

I made in impromptu stop to the grocery store on the way home from work a couple days ago. Picking up Jackson, of course, then comes next. Between him, his backpack, my purse, and my school bag, you can imagine my hands are usually pretty full.

Do you know where this is going?

My rotisserie chicken, two gallons of milk, tortilla shells, and hair mousse sat in the trunk until 10pm that night, when I yelled down (i was already 3/4 of the way to bed) to Scott, "YIKES [or something LIKE that!] - There are groceries in the trunk!!!" He, dutifully, retrieved them and placed in the appropriate INDOOR places.

Thank goodness Minnesota provides a nice ice box for a garage...