Took Mark to work this morning. Now normally, when I take him to work, I grab my keys on the way out.
This morning, I didn't. Whoops.
Anyway, took, him to work and came home. Got laundry together to go do it, read emails, putz'ed around a bit. Then left.
Still didn't grab my keys.
This is important, because I , being strange, lock my car at the laundromat. Even though I can plainly see it, no matter where I stand. And the Car, being the Banshee Car-despite not actually wailing like one anymore, mind you, refuses to let go of the key from the ignition. No, it's not worth fixing, that's why we have 3 keys.
So, I do my laundry, think bad thoughts at the weird old woman who kept staring at me, Didn't her mom teach her that staring is bad manners? Yes, I have blue hair, take a picture, it'll last longer. No, I don't want your damn rugs, quit hovering over them and by proxy, blocking my laundry.
That sort of thing.
Read my book- Shadows Return by Lynn Flewelling
, realising I really
don't like Phoria, and damn, the woman knows how to spin a tale to get one enthralled from Chapter one- never you mind this is the 7 book I've read by her and the 4th in her Nightrunner 'series', drink my Mountain Dew, listen to my Zune- loudly, keeps people from trying to talk to me, and fold my clothes when they're dry.
Then, after I've folded said clothes, place said clothes in the basket, am winding up my earphones, I realise... I left my keys at home and am now locked out of the car
Yes, dear Friends, it took the better part of an hour and a half to realise this. Never said I was the brightest person that early in the morning.
Sooo... I go talk to the attendant, and leave my basket in the office and start hiking home.
The good- it's less than 1/4 mile tops.
The bad- IT'S COLD OUT THERE. They're calling for SNOW tonight, for crying out loud.
30 minutes later, I'm home, with the car, mind you and letting a confused Caena out to go play in the leaves while I cool off. That much exercise makes one work up a sweat when they're wearing a Tshirt, a hooded sweatshirt AND a flannel on top of that.
Good thing walking is good for a person.
Now I need some Tea.