I was responding via a comment to this clever blog (from one of many of O's previous teachers, I just had a thought, do you think that is a coincidence, I just subbed their class and it was delightful - in a my own kid is crazy when I am around kind of way). Back to keys. As some of you may know, and siblings can attest and relate, I both have very important key stories and I lose mine all of the time. My most recent key adventure happened yesterday. I was headed to Tae Kwon Do with Holden and planning on being picked up by AK and the fam to head down to the OSF for Zachary's birthday dinner, when my darling friend Audrey popped by to see if H needed a ride. We all hopped into her van and set off. A few minutes into class my phone rings and AK asks if I have his awesome company car keys (hee hee, sorry for the dig, it does have Blizzax though) and I totally deny having them as I am digging through my own black hole, all the while telling AK where they MUST be (which I am usually pretty good at, which you would be super surprised at all of my "organized" clutter, read: mess), and where the spare is, when my fingers feel a familiar set of keys, and then my eyes spy another set of familiar keys, and I say "uhOh" as AK hangs up. I could tell he was bugged, but I knew he never hangs up on me, it was just he was looking and thought we were all done helping each other right? Anyway, I call him back and tell him the awesome news. The bummer is my brother and his family are blocked by his car and they are all in the freezing car ready to go. I apologize profusely and realize they will have to wait another 1/2 hour or so until TKD is done and Audry can take us home. As I was relaying the bad news I had an idea. I hang up and call Kate. And long story not as long as it could be, she is able to drop by the TKD shop and pick up the keys and then drop them off at our house saving the day and getting everyone to OSF on time (well, we were a little late, but just in time to order, perfect!).
Keys, keys, keys. A little over a year ago I spent $150 and a new window screen to get into my locked house. AK was out of town and none too pleased. Our windows are super tough though, I seriously tried to kick a basement window in.
I'll save the "way to get a very shy guy to give you a ride to Provo for a friend-in-commons concert, thus getting to know him better and be able to call him for subsequent "hanging's out" in the future" for our anniversary, or maybe I've already blogged about it?
5 comments:
Someone was looking out for you.. because it worked out perfectly for me to come by- and I wasn't super bugged (which is unusual) and Matt gave me a little Neutrogena gift (score) so it was worth it and we made it to spag in time... it all works out, huh?
Ha! I love that I am not the only one with a black hole...or with key issues. That purse is to die for, however, it is not mine (see disclaimer i just added). Thanks for linking to my blog..I am a newby with few readers, so I feel famous now! I am beyond jealous that you lived in Newport. My fam has been vacationing there every summer for years and years & it is my fav. place in the world. I would LOVE to move there and so would my hubby, but I don't know if we could afford it!! It might be worth living in a cardboard box to live there, though, it really might.
Awesome! I can totally see you trying to kick in the window. That is hilarious.
Funny that I have to apologize for being bugged over the key issue through a blog. jtm
I love the picture! You are quite the photographer.
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