That's how I felt today. Complete with the sad puppy eyes and the down trod appearance.

See, I have now lived in my apartment for a month. 

An accomplishment in my book since I wasn't ever sure I would ever actually get up the courage to move out of my parents house. I had talked about it frequently, but I can face the facts about myself:

• I can be wildly scatterbrained. There's a reason everything gets written down, and if it is super-duper important it gets written down, pinned to the cork board, and also put in my phone with a reminder attached to it.

• Some times I forget to remember. It happens.

• Some times I can be so focused on something that the world around me ceases to exist. This happens when I am reading more often than not.

• If I thought I had already bought my groceries I would more than likely spend my money on books. Because books are awesome, and you can never have enough.

• Things have been known to confuse me, and then suddenly four hours/days later I suddenly have that "ah-ha!" moment and realize what people were talking about...

I can be the most idiotic person sometimes. Most people have those moments. It's OK.

Today though. Today. Oh man.

Today was Laundry Day.

Now I don't mind doing laundry, honest. It just isn't high on my list of priorities, but I had finally run out of work pants, even though I had bought a new pair, I hadn't washed them yet. 

So I gathered all of my things that I needed so that I could do my laundry, and I made sure to open up my roll of quarters and have that out of the way. I had them all sorted, and I had my laundry detergent and softener. 

I calmed my behemoth of a dog, and dragged my roll-y laundry cart to the Laundry Room, and proceeded to basically take over all of the washing machines since it was 8:40 a.m. on a Sunday. I even had brought my book, and a drink and I had my phone and a couple of pieces of chocolate, the craving was strong! 

I was totally ready. 

Then as I was loading my last load, which was my pants, I realized something.

My new pants were still in their bag.

Sitting on my desk.

In my bedroom.

In my apartment.

So I grumbled at myself as I walked over there, because I had managed to put the new undershirt and blouse in my laundry basket, why not my pants?

I reached my door, and as I twisted the doorknob....

My door didn't open......

What? What is this madness? What?

Did someone go in and lock it? Are they attempting to steal my stuff? If so there isn't much there to steal that will make a lot of money besides my TV and Laptop, not to mention they would have to get past the......

Dog.

The dog who had jumped up on the door and done a little howling because I didn't want to take her to the Laundry Room with me, just in case someone else came in and was not a dog person.

The dog who is now howling as I hit my head against the door, and curse myself for leaving my keys, all of my keys, inside the apartment. 

 Yeah. I felt so damn smart.

See, I've locked my keys in my truck before. So I'm more used to that, and I have two, I did have three but my dad lost his extra and I gave him one that I had had made, extra keys. One Is in my wallet that goes everywhere with me. One hangs out in my apartment, and I'm not exactly sure where....

That isn't including the one that my Mother has. 

The one that my Father has.

AND the one that my Meemaw, my grandmother on my Mother's side, has. 

So yeah, I'm super prepared for the eventuality that I will, once again, lock my keys in my truck.

Locking myself out of my apartment? Mmmm, Not so much. 

So I called the property management, and the woman who answered said she would call maintenance, and that it would be $25 to unlock my apartment. I agreed. She asked some questions that I answered.

She called back a little later and asked some more questions. Do I have ID? It's locked in my apartment. Do I have the $25 in cash on hand? It's locked in my apartment. She said it would be 20 or so minutes, but she would get him on the way. I said ok. I then went back to the laundry area to switch the laundry/start my fourth load. 

I called up my dad. No normally when I need help I have a phone list in my head.

1. Mother/Father
2. Father/Mother
3. Brother
4. Sister
5. Meemaw
6. Pop/Granma Robin/Grandma Chris
7. Aunt

Those first two are like that, because depending on the question is who I call first. Usually it goes something like this:

Really though when I drove to Oregon last December, and hit a mountain, which is a totally different story, I called my Father. No Answer.

Called my Mother. No Answer.

Called my Brother-Answer! Hallelujah Praise the Lord!

Yeah. 

So Anyway. I called my dad, and asked if he would bring me $25 and I would pay him back. He asked why, and I told him I had gotten locked out of my apartment, and needed to be able to pay the unlocking fee. 

He said "So I just need to come unlock your door for you?"

and I was thinking something along the lines of "How would you unlock my door for me when you don't have a ...... Oh yeah right. You and mom BOTH have a key to my apartment.... Right."

Insert the second round of embarrassment.

At this point I really just want to have my laundry done and be able to crawl into my bed and hide from the world courtesy of the embarrassment that I am now feeling. Double dose and it goes "BAM! Ka-CHOW! DING!" 

In old comic book style too. 

So of course I call the property management back, tell them I had forgotten that my dad had a key, and ask them to please not send the maintenance person, because I would be able to get in without him. She thanked me for calling and telling them, and we wished each other a good day, and hung up.

Lil' bit of Southern Manners right there.

So I'm on Facebook, and my dad comes to the Laundry Room, and he even brought me a breakfast burrito, which was awesome because I hadn't eaten since like 4 am-ish and was hungry since it was now around 10:40-ish. 

He unlocked my apartment, because my Father is pretty amazing like that, and since he had made himself and my mom a key, I'm sure he also eventually was expecting this to happen.

Ah well. 

I finally finished my laundry a little before noon, and then settled down to watch Animal Planet, and drink a glass of wine.

I say that I watched Animal Planet, but I had already seen the episode that was on and so I read. Because:

Yeah. That's how I roll. 

-Jacq

P.S. This is my behemoth. Her name is Anira. I love her bunches, but ugh she drives me insane sometimes.