We’ve all had bad days, but I think my excuse for not blogging sooner takes the cake.
Saturday morning I was excited to go back to work and catch up on maid of honor duties. I ran outside for just a few minutes to do some insignificant chore and disaster struck. A bee got caught in my pigtail. I freaked out dancing around our garden with my head between my knees trying to fling it out of my head before it stung me. I failed and my dad ran out to see what was killing me.
I got ready to go home four hours later and my mom let me know that my sister had the flu and needed popsicles, applesauce, and jello. I just wanted to get home, so going as fast as possible I ran the errand and headed back to my car. I unlocked it and the security alarm went off not stopping until I put the key in the ignition. It wouldn’t start, so I grabbed my hammer and popped the hood slamming the door behind me. I banged on the starter and tried to look like I knew what I was doing in the middle of one of the biggest parking lots in our town. I went to go try again and I realized that I had locked myself out of my car with nothing but a hammer and my phone.
I started calling for help, but of course no one was around, so I sat on the hood of my beat up car with a hammer and waited for my knight in shining armor to come save me. The popsicles and jello were left to melt in my car.
My dad had a speaking engagement, so I sat in the car waiting to go home and thats when the nausea hit. I couldn’t open my eyes or close them, so I sat slightly comatose waiting for them to be ready to go home.
I got nothing done that day. I fell asleep on the invitations I meant to finish. I have to say I was relieved when later dad took me back with the spare key and the car battery was dead and we didn’t have a jumper cable.
I didn’t sleep that night and apparently had caught something on the plane home. Fortunately the popsicles refroze and I had something that settled my stomach.