a comedy errors

This week has been my very own very bad no good week. Seriously. It all started Tuesday with our computer crash. 2 days before my two take home finals were due, with half of one of them saved to the computer. While we were able to retrieve my document the computer is toast.

The second incident happened shortly after the first. Jackson bought this scarf for Christmas and gave it to me early. You can heat it up in the microwave. It has rice inside that heats up. I was wearing it and it made me start to smell like rice. Let me preface this next part with Hobbes is a very nice cat, he doesn't even ever hiss at anyone, that is only Hermione. Hobbes jumped on my lap while I was studying, something he often does. He started smelling my leg, which smelled like rice and then he tried to bite the smell. He only bit me, really hard. I now have a bruise where the bite is. I screamed, loud, started crying and Jackson ran in to see what had happened. Hobbes was terrified. Jackson grounded Hobbes.

The third incident happened this morning. I dropped Jackson off at the airport last night. I then drove straight to the library, where I stayed until 1:00. When I got home I decided to lock the door connecting to the garage since I was home alone. This morning I needed my makeup out of the car so I went down to the garage and ended up locking myself out of the house. I was only wearing my dress pants and my garment top, and it was single digits outside. I tried jimmying the lock with a screw driver and a bobby pin and briefly considered using the saw to saw off the door knob. I ended up running out the garage to a neighbor who was preparing to leave, I have never really met any of my neighbors before. I told her I locked myself out and asked if I could borrow her phone. She was very nice and handed her cell phone over. I realized that I don't have Jackson's new phone number memorized. I called my parents, it was 5:45 their time, and asked them to call Jackson and have him call a locksmith. My neighbor took pity on me and lent me her coat before she drove off. I went back to my garage and sat for a while. My friend Pam showed up about 30 minutes later. My Dad had called Jackson, who didn't answer his phone initially, and left him a message. My Dad then called 10+ locksmiths, only one would come today. Jackson called my friend Pam and then my Dad. 2 hours after locking myself out I got back in thanks to the locksmith, who just used a piece of plastic to slide between the door and its frame. My sister is now calling me garment girl.

I think I am ready for vacation.