Thank God I was in some kind of a good mood yesterday and had some kind of a sense of humor. I might have killed someone otherwise.
James watched the littles while I ran Paisley to school. Both Posy and Ben were home from school with the newest malady yesterday: high fevers, tummyaches and sore throat. (Please let it not be strep!!!)
I dropped Paisley off and headed to Sprouts to get some fruits and veggies to snack on. Fry’s Grocery store was on the way, and Jay had asked me to stop by and pick up more Powerade (on super-duper sale, and he needs a lot through the summer months since he works outside in the scathing heat of AZ.) So I go into Fry’s and lug 51 bottles of the stuff up to the front, pay, and put them in the car. As I am loading them, it occurs to me that I think I paid too much for what I got. So I sit down in the driver seat and go over the receipt. Sure enough the register didn’t discount *31* of the bottles. (For a difference of almost $31!). So I go back into the store and bring it to the cashier’s attention. He is very nice and gives me a refund. I head back out to the car to find…
My keys are locked in the car.
Thank God I didn’t have a bunch of the kids with me or someplace to be right after. BUT, this is also a day where Jay is working all the way across the state (literally!), so he can’t just bring me his key. So a call to a locksmith, 45 minutes, and $80 later, I am back on my way.
Now all I have to do is get through a Tuesday: a new dishwasher is being installed (Yay!!!), a softball game, and a surly teenager who is acting like an unruly toddler will keep any boredom at bay.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a nice dental appointment where I can sit in the waiting room for a while and read a magazine in peace? 😉