Poor Sage

I woke up at 2:30 in the morning Friday, I mean Saturday and freaked out. I got up to go to the bathroom and Sage wasn't home. I had a moment of panic and woke Jon up. I called her phone and there was no answer. I was contemplating driving to town and getting her or calling her boyfriends house when I thought there must be a logical explanation. We have had no problems with Sage. All of the sudden I thought did I lock the door before I went to bed. I got up and sure enough the door was locked. I looked outside and Sage's car was out there. I went and got my shoes and told Jon that Sage's car was here. I went to her door and she was covered in blankets asleep in her seat. She said that she had knocked and no one answered. She was 20 minutes late getting home and she thought that was her punishment. Poor Sage, I feel so bad. To make matters worse I did it again to Jon the next day. He got home from stripping cotton at 11:30pm and couldn't get in the house. The funny thing is at least Jon knows that you can open the garage doors and go in that way.