Keys, keys, keys...

So, I guess I jinxed myself by blogging yesterday about my blunders. I was planning to do some shopping after work yesterday, so around 4pm I went to my car and got my jeans and tennis shoes out of the trunk to change in to. I came back in the building, changed clothes in the bathroom and then went back to my desk for the last hour of the day. Then, I shut down and got ready to head out. When I started digging around in my purse, my keys were not there. So I dig through the bag of clothes and checked all the pockets, still no keys. Then, it dawned on me. I must have laid them down in the trunk while I was digging around for my jeans and tennis shoes. I have no extra set of keys.

A co-worker offered to take me home. I decided I may as well and just wait until in the morning to call either the dealership or a locksmith figuring they’d probably charge me an after hours fee if I called this late. We get to my house and I realize that I don’t have a key to my house either! So, we move along to plan B. She takes me to Wal-mart where I do some shopping while I wait for my mother to get in town with keys to my house. I decide to stay there and make due until the morning. I almost panicked when I discovered I was out of TP in the upstairs bathroom, but luckily there was a spare roll in the downstairs bathroom since I had no way to go get more. How embarrassing would it be to have to call someone to bring you TP?

So, this morning I realize that my overnight bag was also in the trunk from where I had spent the night at Scott’s the previous night. That bag included things such as my good hairbrush, hair straightener and my only stick of deodorant! I did the best I could with my hair and mom picked me up. I called the dealership when they opened and was told that they could in fact cut me a new door key if I could provide proof of ownership and identification. So, I gather those things and we head to the dealership (making a pitstop at the drugstore for some deoderant). On the way there, I get a call from a co-worker.

Co-worker: Amy…
Me: Yes?
Co-worker: Do your keys have a little flash light on them?
Me: Yes!
Co-worker: I have them at my desk.
Me: Where were they?
Co-worker: They were found in the ladies room.

Talk about embarrassing! I’m just thankful that I had not paid for a new key or paid a locksmith to find there were no keys in my car! And I was even more thankful that I had a keychain on my ring that led them to our offices. The restroom that we use is public for the whole building and they would not have had any idea where to bring it without that keychain. Whew!

Couple of Blunders

SUNDAY

Sunday afternoon I had my purse sprawled out on Scott's bed and digging through the contents. Scott: What are you looking for?
Me: (frustrated) My keys!
Scott: What's that in your hand?
Me: (more frustrated) My keys!

MONDAY

Monday morning when I was leaving Scott's house for work, I stopped by the gas station in Valley. While the gas was pumping I ran inside to grab a muffin for breakfast. The cashier messed up while ringing up the guy in front of me, so I had to stand in line longer than normal. The sun was streaking in the window and right into my face where I was in line. I stood there with my hand shielding my eyes thinking, "I sure wish I had my sunglasses." I finally checked out, got to the car and reach for my sunglasses. They weren't there. Becuase they were on my head. I'm sure I looked like an idiot in the store my my hands over my face when I had sunglasses on top of my head all along.

TUESDAY

Tuesday night, as I mentioned before, Scott & I went to dinner with some friends at Olive Garden. We ordered some drinks and an appetizer. When the appetizer came out, I looked down at my lap and realized that my napkin wasn't there. I peeked under the table and couldn't see it. So Scott, being the gentleman that he is, offered to get it for me. He leaned over and almost had his head in my lap reaching all over the floor. Kelly, looks at me confused and says, "What is he looking for?" When I told her, she pointed across the table at my silverware which was... yes, still wrapped in my napkin! At that moment, Scott says "Well, where the hell did it go!?" I burst out laughing. I don't know why, but I was certain that I had already unwrapped my napkin and placed it in my lap. I can't explain it. Poor Scott. I don't know how he deals with me.

But I'm sure glad he does!

Sneaky, sneaky

So, last night Scott & I ate at Olive Garden with some friends. I guess what I had for dinner did a number on my stomach because I was really gassy afterward. Luckily, it was of the silent but deadly variety, but it smelled like garbage! So, a while after we got home, we were standing in the kitchen. I walked away from him to let one loose in the bedroom. Unfortunately for him, he walked in right after I did it.

Scott: (wrinkling his nose) Something smells bad in here!
Me: (stifling the giggles) What does it smell like?
Scott: I dunno... Like bad food or something?

He walked back outside before I burst out laughing. The person who said women are evil creatures... may not have been completely wrong.

Popeye, You're My Hero!

Boy, has it been a long time since I blogged. I've been swamped with things at work... which is when and where I usually do most of my blogging.

Halloween has come and gone. It was another great one. I made my and Scott's costumes this year. We were Popeye and Olive Oyl. For those of you who don't already know, Scott is almost half a foot shorter than myself, and he's bald so I thought this costume choice was hilarious for us. And I don't think I did such a terrible job.