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Well this evening was made of some epic fail. I got off the train, and was walking home from work, thinking I'd just have enough time to watch an episode of something before going to pick my sister up for Band.
But when I get home, I realise I've locked myself out! This includes my car keys as well. Annoyed, I call my mums house, who has my spare house keys.......
......only to find out when the kid sister answers the phone that mother AND father are working tonight!
Getting a little more irritated, I spend five minutes trying to break into my own house, but being me, my house is locked tight. I can't even break into my laundry to get my bike.
So I walk. For just over half an hour, in the dark, to my mums place.
Getting there, with a few mins to spare, I frantically get my kid sister ready, who seems incapable of being organised without mums help. And then I look for the keys to dad's car (since the parentals took mums car to work). ...... and look. and look. Until it's way passed a feesible time to actually leave and get to Band on time.
Two hours later, as Hairspray is coming to an end (the 'feel better about your dismal evening' movie of choice) mum comes home. Dad used HIS keys to drive mum's car - on it which also held the other cars keys, AND my spare house keys....
I find I get REALLY cranky when I don't get my weekly dose of Band......
Honestly, after Jeffa's school burning down on Monday, Jenny's car accident, mum not getting her job and Nat's work break in on Wednesday, PLUS my fandom woes, and now THIS - I'm crawling into a hole and not coming out until NEXT WEEK.
But when I get home, I realise I've locked myself out! This includes my car keys as well. Annoyed, I call my mums house, who has my spare house keys.......
......only to find out when the kid sister answers the phone that mother AND father are working tonight!
Getting a little more irritated, I spend five minutes trying to break into my own house, but being me, my house is locked tight. I can't even break into my laundry to get my bike.
So I walk. For just over half an hour, in the dark, to my mums place.
Getting there, with a few mins to spare, I frantically get my kid sister ready, who seems incapable of being organised without mums help. And then I look for the keys to dad's car (since the parentals took mums car to work). ...... and look. and look. Until it's way passed a feesible time to actually leave and get to Band on time.
Two hours later, as Hairspray is coming to an end (the 'feel better about your dismal evening' movie of choice) mum comes home. Dad used HIS keys to drive mum's car - on it which also held the other cars keys, AND my spare house keys....
I find I get REALLY cranky when I don't get my weekly dose of Band......
Honestly, after Jeffa's school burning down on Monday, Jenny's car accident, mum not getting her job and Nat's work break in on Wednesday, PLUS my fandom woes, and now THIS - I'm crawling into a hole and not coming out until NEXT WEEK.