It would appear that the Perfect Nightie and I emptied too much of my brain into that notebook last night.
I locked myself out of the house today.
Chris is out of town and left me his keys and I've been trading out keys with Denise, who is watching the kiddos part of the week while I work. So, I walked out of the house, mindful that I needed to have Chris' key ring in hand because I had given Denise my house key. And I really thought I did have Chris' key ring. Only after I got back home with groceries (read: highly melty popsicles) did I realize that I had the wrong key ring.
I'll pause here until you all are finished snickering.
I could make this a long story. You know I could. Turning nothings into long stories is kind of my specialty. But I don't feel like it. Just know that I ended up with both of my brothers at my house in the dark, after picking up the two possible extra keys in my family's junk drawers. Neither key worked. We had to break in - flashlights, putty knives and all. It's a good thing my middle brother is a little bit of a shifty character.
I broke into my own house.
Or, rather, my brothers broke into my house for me.
My children are sleeping at my mom's and I am feeling a little sorry for myself, all alone in my house. Hrmph. So, now that you all know my shame, I will wallow around in it until I decide to go to bed. But I will try to count my blessings first.
Daily Bliss: steak for dinner and Googling a weird bug with my son
Wake-Up Playlist: Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, Tijuana Taxi (it was bound to happen sometime)