I just spent an hour outside waiting for the AAA man because...wait for it...I parked my car, opened the door, locked the doors and went home - only to realize once I reached my front door that I did not have my keys. They were still in the car. And the car was still running.

Aw, that's nothing. You should ask my parents (and their checkbook) about the time I lost my car keys in '91. I looked everywhere and couldn't find them. We had builders putting on an addition to the house, and I, in a panic, halted all work and sent them on a quest to comb all 2 acres of land to find my precious keys. An hour later, the keys were found underneath my purse, in the house. I swore they weren't there when I looked initially. My father was less than pleased, both at the expense and my stupidity.

t grabs idiot prize of the last 15 years

Edited to remove a stealth apostrophe. Those things are always hanging around where they're not needed.

Applauding Bev's ginormous meara. Again, the post type, not the lovely person.

I went to a preschool at a university, which gave the education students the chance to study us little apes adorable preschoolers in action. On the day of my mom's parent conference, I found a door I'd never seen before, went through it, and discovered the two-way mirror, behind which my mother and the teacher were sitting, torn between amusement and dismay.

I talked early. My mother swears I sang "Happy birt-day to me" on my first birthday. And then my brother didn't talk until two and a half, but Mom swears I talked for him: "Charlie wants milk, Mommy," etc. He was apparently happy to let me translate for a while.

Ben and Julia takled for Chris. They still try, but we clamped down on the practice officially, a couple of years ago. This was a little boy who knew hundreds of words, and never strung two of them together.

Dh now gets annoyed at him sometimes, because he never shuts up. I just cry, because it makes me so happy.

MARIA! I miss you so much, when you're not here. I am sorry about the nasty IRS. Here's to your audit being a waste of your time, and theirs.

vw, you locked the keys in the running car, because you paid the sucker off. You know this, yeah?

MARIA! I miss you so much, when you're not here. I am sorry about the nasty IRS. Here's to your audit being a waste of your time, and theirs.

t blushing furiously

This is why I keep coming back. I miss you guys too. Is there a word for Buffista addiction?

I'm sorry about the nasty IRS too. May their pencils never be sharp and their calculators have dead batteries. The worst part about it is I will have to use a vacation day for the appointment, which is supposed to take 2 hours. I'm trying to save them up for a tiny little event that's happening in October.

::waves back at Beverly and throws some glitter her way::

You know this, yeah?

Yup. I do.

SORELLA!

Our birthday is in five weeks...what are the chances we might be able to get together sometime around it if I headed down to DC? I can't come down that actual weekend, but maybe in early March?

I'm sorry about asshatty IRS. I smite them! Smite! (If I smite them hard enough, maybe I can put off the 36-state tax return nightmare that is our every spring, too).

In meme news...I got a tattoo today! Yippee!

EDIT: vw, I did the exact same thing (keys in car while running) a few years ago. You are not alone!

I got a tattoo today!

Is it a penguin?

I got a tattoo today!

Pictures!

I got a tattoo today!

What is it? Where is it? Show us!

Maria, I'm so sorry about the audit -- I skimmed right over that. I shudder in sympathy, but I hope it's just a nuisance and a time-waster instead of something grim.

vw, I got nothin'. Sorry!

Cool!