An interesting few weeks

So, I know I haven't blogged in awhile, but I have been pretty busy, and life is about to get busier, Relay is just around the corner!

So, my dramas started last Wednesday, that cold snowy morning, I went down to my car to go to work. I was planning on being a good girl and bringing my clothes to Goodwill so I left early. I put my purse in my car and started it up. I then walked around the car to get my scraper out, and to my surprise, my door would not open. It was locked, with my keys in the ignition and my car running! How wonderful!

So, I go over to Dunkin' Donuts to use their phone to call into work to tell them that I was going to be late. I then called Ange, and then went out to find the maintenance guy to the apartment complex. I found him, he told me he could get into my car with a metal coat hanger. I told him I didn't have one, he checked his car and came back with a pry bar and a rag ( I then became scared thinking he did this for a living), of course, no coat hanger. So he went to Dunkin' Donuts to find one, no luck, I went to Powerhouse, again no luck! So, the guy from DD comes out five minutes later and I go over to him, he has a handle from a bucket straightened out in his hand. I grab it, and bring it over to Rick. He used it to get my doors unlocked!!!!

Next comes Thursday, I was going to bring Tom brownies at work. So, I came in the house to get the brownies, I threw my keys on the chair and grabbed the brownies, then walked out of the hosue. Right after I shut the door I realized I had left my key to get into the main door in my apartment. Because of the snafoo with the car keys the day before, I separated the car key from the key pad. Attached to the key pad was my apartment key so that I could start my car then lock the doors and come back up to the apartment. OOPS!


Now it's time for Friday. Ange, Sarah (Ange's friend), and I decide to go to the Bier Stube. We are gettin our drink on and Ange is singing. She is on her third song, Sarah and I are on beer number two with two shots each in our system. Next thing we know is someone is at our table telling us that Ange is on the floor. We go over to her and she is crying. She NEVER cries in public. So we try to get her head off the nasty floor and get her to calm down. She tells us she thinks she broke her ankle. Against my advice, she takes her boot off (did I mention she was wearing a mini skirt and hooker boots?). There are two nurses at the bar, they look at her ankle, tell me it is fractured and that we need to go to the ER. So, Sarah and I close our tabs, I go get the car, and some guy carries Ange out to the car.

We get to the ER, explain what happens, obviously they think Ange is drunk, which she is not, so she gets NO pain meds. They take her to x-ray, no fracture just a severe sprain. They discharge her with an ace wrap, an air cast and NO MEDS!!!! Sarah and I feel guilty for that since we were the ones that were laughing like drunken idiots!!

Ange is still gimping around! She's getting better on her crutches in the snow.

My life is finally back to normal (knock on wood). But at least I had something to blog about!

Talk to you after the next round of drama in my life occurs.

Until then try to stay warm!