Oh, No Otra Vez!!!

A couple of weeks ago I left class and arrived at my car only to find that I couldn't find my keys... I knew I didn't lock them in the car; I couldn't see them anywhere in there. I traced my steps back to class, and looked all over in my classroom. Didn't find them anywhere. So my roommate came and brought me my spare set of keys.

Now, I loved my key chain. It was a little leather strap one from J. Crew and we all know how I feel about J. Crew. I was bummed.

This Monday in class I asked my professor if he had found any keys in the classroom. A girl overheard me talking to him and she said, "There's a sign in the girl's bathroom that says something about keys that have been found."

So I checked it out. Sure enough, there on the bathroom wall is a sign with a photocopied picture of my keys that read, "KEYS FOUND in Women's Restroom. 01/29/08. Call (602)312 6960 message."

Now I probably shouldn't have posted their phone number up there, but, don't you worry about it, IT'S THE WRONG FREAKING NUMBER.

Not the end of my brainless story. Last night I went to J.Crew and bought myself a new keychain. Not as good as the original, but still cute.

This morning, I'm rocking a killer outfit that my brother's would throw up on...

I was so excited to go to work! Well, I went to the gym this morning (believe it or not) and when I got home I thought, "Ya know, I'm just gonna leave my keys in the car."

Went back out to the garage and for some reason unbeknownst to me, my dang door won't open. So I tried all the others. I'm thinking electric lock buttons aren't that great of an invention...

So, I should be at work in 12 minutes. The locksmith just called, he said he's stuck in traffic but he should be here shortly.