Last week at this time I had the accident. I know, sorry to remind you all (and myself) but I failed to mention how my week didn’t get THAT much better. Oh and TODAY, I found out my car won’t be fixed until the end of this month. It’s gonna take three weeks people!! Lesson learned.
So after I dropped the car off and got my rental mini-van (that apprently I will now be quite attached to at the end of the month) I went to work out (yay! good for me!) When I got home I realized that I had left my garage door opener in the smashed up car and since I didn’t have a house key, I was locked out of my house.
Yes folks, it only got better…
That is when I started cursing my own name for actually locking every door to the house, even the back one. I decided that maybe there was a window open somewhere. See, I would have simply driven back to the collision place but I had just made a lunch date with a friend and needed a shower in a MAJOR way. So unlocked-window-hunting I went. Turns out one of our bedroom windows that is low to the ground remained unlocked. (And yes all you potential theives out there – it is now locked so don’t even think about it!) I bet I was quite the sight crawling through my own doggone window, all sweaty and smelly.
I did manage to retreive the GDO right before I met my friend for lunch. Phew!
And just so you know, all this was going on while all the kids were at school. If it had been with kids I might of just had to check out of life for the rest of the day.
Oh and then on Friday I went to get something out of the back of my the mini van and as I went to close the HUGE METAL “GATE” I clocked myself on the top of my head with it SO hard that I could see those little stars from the old Saturday morning cartoons and tears began to well up in my eyes. Pretty sure I had a mini concussion (Goggle THAT people!)
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