My mom overdoes everything and it's amazing.
So the car keys have been missing, right, and she sent me an e-mail Sunday night saying "go ahead and order a new set of keys". I called her Monday afternoon, after most of my classes, to ask what dealership she got the car from and where the title was. She told me that she was on the way to the dealer's and was getting three keys made - one for her, two for me - and wanted to know when I'd be available to pick it up. When I did pick it up, we tested all three keys, I kept two, and got a container of cookies and a container of canteloupe.
I'm not entirely sure what to think about that, but I'm amazed, to say the least.
(By the way, the spare keys were lost by my dad in 2003 a few weeks after we actually got the car, so I was carrying around the only set for the previous year and a half. My track record is much, much better than his.)