Number of times I checked the clock in my car to make sure I wasn't really THAT late to work...47.
Number of times I repeated directions to my students on a new writing program...872.
Number of people I ate with during lunch today...zero (unless you count the other people in the restaurant).
Number of assignments graded...79.
Number of text messages sent...103.
Number of text messages received...98.
Number of times I lost my car keys...1.
Number of times I scoured the parking lot of the doctors' office for said car keys...17.
Number of times I stared through the windows in my car to see of car keys were locked in...27.
Number of times I scoured the waiting room in the doctors' office for said car keys...83.
Number of times I scoured the exam room in the doctors' office for said car keys...14.
Number of people with car keys in-hand as they left the doctors' office (that I possibly stared longingly at)...35.
Number of suspicious people I accused in my mind of stealing said car keys (and stealthily followed into the parking lot--I swear she had two sets of keys in her hands)...1.
Number of phone calls to roommate to come rescue me at the doctors' office and swing by the house for a spare key...2, maybe 3.
Number of times my cell phone battery died while waiting for said roommate to come rescue me with said spare key...1.
Number of times I nearly cried...3.
Number of hours spent at the doctors' office...3.
Number of minutes spent (naively) thinking I was a car key and remote entry pad owner while at the doctors' office...15 (it all went down hill from there).
Number of hours my rescue team spent stuck in traffic or lost in an attempt to save me at the doctors' office...2.
Number of suspicious Land Rovers driven by a suspicious key thief (that I swear simply drove by in the parking lot hours after leaving with what I'm pretty sure were my keys) that I might have stealthily followed in traffic and scared a little (because Alice brought the spare key)...one.
Number of chances I'm wrong on that...too many to count.
Number of found keys...zero.
Number of new red stiletto heels stuck in sidewalk cracks at the temple...1.
Number of times I was glad I went to ward temple night (in spite of a wretched day)...156.
Number of times I stare-glanced a little bit at my new ward crush at ward temple night...16.
Number of times I really tried to NOT like his (DTR, please) "lady friend" with the great personality (she needs an eyebrow maintenance session--her only weakness)...I gave up after about 3.
Number of gallons of gas put in my car because it was bone dry...14.
Number of hours left until I need to wake up...6.
7 comments:
Oh kid. I am so sorry about your poopy day. Especially for the fiasco with the keys. What a pain!
I am glad you got to go to the temple tonight. A little bit of peace in a chaotic day.
if that girl really did take your keys, may she one day be just as inconvienced by someone else as she caused. And may her heart grow and she return your keys to the doctor and turn them in as lost.
Oh, so feeling your pain here. I am a seasoned key loser. I try not to remember how many times I've locked myself out of my car. Though once my son included it in a report about his parents at school. "Something special about my mom." Yep, really really special.
Hope today is better
This sounds like a job for
BEAN DIP MAN MAn Man man.
oh my dear brookie wookie was a bear... thank you for that I laughed you are a good sport... the guy thing is great keep it all comen.
That is aweful. I'm so sorry you had such a crappy day!!
how many times I wanted to give rookie a hug while reading this post...857,003
You are so funny. I love how you made your bad day a great post. I wish I was that talented. I hope tomorrow is better.
I love the book "Alexander and the Terible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" but I don't like having days like that - sorry to hear your day wasn't good - I hope you get the key situation straightened out - bummer!
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