the (not so) midas touch

I am not a golden girl it seems.

2009 appears to be clumsy and ill-fitting. Or maybe it was just yesterday.

(There wasn't even a full moon at work here.)

We were loading up the car to eat birthday lunch with Greg yesterday when I realized my GPS system - with the cute little black car, like mine - was gone baby gone. I must have left my car unlocked at some point this week and someone helped me clean out my car.

And it went downhill from there.

I nearly bit it in the icy parking lot.

I locked myself out of the house, while on a walk with Lexi, because I had removed my key to get more keys made on a day when my husband's ETA would be approaching midnight. Yay, me! Brilliant!

(I called BFF Jen and she called Kind Neighbor Friend Kristy - Realtor Extraordinaire - and she was able to open the lock box that is still on my door. Tragedy averted.)

And to repay Jen for feeding my fam dinner? I poured salsa on her floor. I'm nice like that.

I'm just glad I made it home in one piece, with nary an ER visit.

I'm applying bubblewrap and hoping for a slightly less interesting day.