It is Thursday morning at roughly 8:04am.
I walking out the door flustered because 1. I can't find a plastic bag to put my breakfast and lunch in and 2. I have to leave in 2 minutes or run the risk of being late.
Arms full I rush out the door, grab a bag throw my food in and buckle myself in pleased that I am leaving on time.
I quickly realize that something is a miss, there was something important that I forgot.
Oh yeah, MY EFFING KEYS!!!!
I locked myself out of my house.
I called work and told them I would be late.
I called husband and no answer.
I called again.... no answer.
I rinsed and repeated only a couple more times to a flustered husband answering his phone.
in the sweetest voice I could I told him that I was sitting in my car, which is parked in the garage because I have locked my keys in the house.
He showed up about 15 minutes later, and in that 15 minutes I began to reflect.
Reflect on the fact that just 2 weeks ago husband had to be called away from work because SOMEONE fell down the stairs... and now this.
His co-workers must think 1. he married me out of charity because I am clearly of a special nature or 2. I am just THAT awesome in bed that he can overlook my forgetfulness and ditsy character traits, ala Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson.
Husbands boss told me that if I pull him from work again I owe him a sandwich.... hand delivered.
I told husband to tell people I am book smart or something. I know in my family common sense and book smarts don't go hand and hand so lets play that up.