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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....
