Brain Dead Here.

I seriously am beginning to wonder about myself. I know I am getting older, but I am not senile just yet. Or so I thought. Last week I locked myself out of the house as I was leaving to go to work. Corvette was already gone. I knew he was not at work yet so as I sat there waiting for the time to pass, I smacked myself upside the head a couple of times.

Finally after waiting I put in a call to my son, Hippie Guy, who works at the same place. My call went to voicemail. Great I thought he is probably away from is desk. Now I got a bigger problem because not one human being answers the phone at this place. It is all automated. I tried the receptionist but of course I am sure she was not in at 6:00 in the morning. So I just keep trying to call. Finally I get a hold of my son and he tells me my husband is on his way home because he heard the phone ringing and listened to my voicemail.

My husband shows up lets me in and I grab my keys and go to work. End of story right? Nope, not in my universe. Fast forward to this morning. Same senerio. I get ready for work open up the door. Lock the door. Get in my card and NO KEYS AGAIN!!!!!

I think it is time to take a baseball bat to my head. Once again I wait. Call my son. Son tells me my husband is not there yet. What? Not there? Where the hell do you go at 6:00 in the morning? Well after a few minutes, my husband walks in. I get off the phone and wait. My husband arrives and trust me that was not pretty.

I decided that from now on those keys are going in my purse no matter what. Yes, Grandma M. I know. That way this will not happen again.

Unless of course I walk out without my purse.