Scott stayed home today - he has a nasty something-or-other with a sore throat. Poor guy. I'm hoping I don't get it as that really would not improve my week. I do approve of sharing but there are limits to what I want to share!
Earlier this evening, as I was running errands, I proved that I am still very much myself. It was pouring rain (a lovely Oregon February - and that's not sarcasm - I adore the rain). It was heavy enough that I wanted an umbrella, though. (Not too many smart remarks about whether I'm an Oregonian, please - at that instant I'd've needed the wipers on normal speed to keep the windshield clear while not moving. I don't mind a mist, but an outright soaking is more than I want.) So I got the umbrella from the car floor and did my dramatic open-door-pop-umbrella-up-hop-out.
And closed the door. With the car STILL RUNNING because my keys were in the ignition. Ohyeah, that's me. I've done this a number of times. But I think I've only ever truly locked myself out once. (It was, of course, the day of my job interview for the job I now hold. I had to call them and move the interview to another time, then wait while Mom drove 45 minutes - one way time - to come unlock my car for me. How embarrassing! But how very nice of Mom to have bailed me out.)
I had duplicate keys made. I have it done with every car, routinely, rather more duplicates than most people get. There's always another key in my purse. So, sheepishly, I fished it out, unlocked the car, turned it off, and retrieved my main set of keys.
Oops. Good thing I know myself, I guess.
Also, no photos tonight. I didn't prep any, largely because Flickr has been down all evening. And somewhat because I'm lazy, but....
Earlier this evening, as I was running errands, I proved that I am still very much myself. It was pouring rain (a lovely Oregon February - and that's not sarcasm - I adore the rain). It was heavy enough that I wanted an umbrella, though. (Not too many smart remarks about whether I'm an Oregonian, please - at that instant I'd've needed the wipers on normal speed to keep the windshield clear while not moving. I don't mind a mist, but an outright soaking is more than I want.) So I got the umbrella from the car floor and did my dramatic open-door-pop-umbrella-up-hop-out.
And closed the door. With the car STILL RUNNING because my keys were in the ignition. Ohyeah, that's me. I've done this a number of times. But I think I've only ever truly locked myself out once. (It was, of course, the day of my job interview for the job I now hold. I had to call them and move the interview to another time, then wait while Mom drove 45 minutes - one way time - to come unlock my car for me. How embarrassing! But how very nice of Mom to have bailed me out.)
I had duplicate keys made. I have it done with every car, routinely, rather more duplicates than most people get. There's always another key in my purse. So, sheepishly, I fished it out, unlocked the car, turned it off, and retrieved my main set of keys.
Oops. Good thing I know myself, I guess.
Also, no photos tonight. I didn't prep any, largely because Flickr has been down all evening. And somewhat because I'm lazy, but....
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We now have keys stashed all over the place for just such an emergency and our mechanics are amused about all of the keys they find lashed to various parts of the engine compartment.
We do that with the truck too.
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