I exercised this morning, doesn’t that count for something?

When it rains it pours. Especially if you don’t have your umbrella because you left it at home, like I did today. I also left my super-secret faculty/staff parking pass that I planned to use when I went to speak at the university today. So I required an extra trip home to get the pass, and when I left early to grab lunch, get the parking pass and head on over, it was pouring. I figured I’d just pick up the pass and the umbrella and be on way to class to speak. No so much, my friends.

I didn’t have much for lunch, so I crammed down a few light Sargento cheese sticks thinking I could make it through. I was hungry and didn’t think there were many groceries at home, so I drove through for some chicken nuggets though I’d already had two fast food cheeseburgers this month. So my fast food quota was busted. Once again I failed to plan and so my plan failed. (But hey, at least I exercised this morning, doesn’t that count for something?) Oh, and I had forgotten my flash drive with the Power Point presentation on it at the office, so I had to circle around a detour to get it. Yuck. Already I’m 10 minutes behind when I started out 10 minutes ahead.

So I came home to get the parking pass and hop in the car to go. But there was a strange buzzing in the bathroom*. I sounded like the ceiling was going to explode. So I explored it but didn’t come to any conclusions. I decided I would leave it be; what’s the worst that could happen? The house might burn down but whatever.

I go out to hop in the car, turn the key and NOTHING happens. Just a click-click-click. It must be the starter. I was worried about this. How do these things happen to me? Grrr. So the car doesn’t work. I call Pete at work, tell him he has to come and get me and take me to the class so I can speak about how to be a grown-up in the real adult world. Though I seem to be failing miserably at it myself. Like I said, when it rains it pours.

After I speak to the class – which went fine considering the stress from all the world-crumbling that was going on. I convinced the professor — my major professor from graduate school, mind you — to give me a ride home, when I discover I don’t have my keys. I must’ve left them in Pete’s car.

So the professor drops me off and watches me bust into my own house through the screen. If she ever invites me back to class it’ll be a miracle. I must have looked like such a fool. But what are you gonna do? When it rains it pours, even if you don’t remember your umbrella.

* The good news: the house didn’t burn down or explode. It was just my little Neutrogena Wave face  thingee (which works, I’d like to add) buzzing against the side of the bathtub. But that reminded me of a funny story: when I did my student teaching a teacher told me a story that someone in the school had called the computer guru there because their computer seemed to be making a funny sound. Turns out the funny sound was a vibrator in the teacher’s purse at school clanging against the side of the computer. That’ll account for some funny buzzing, to be sure. But honest, in my case it was just a little exfoliation tool. Honest.