I'll admit, I’m not a very good blogger. So, I have an idea: begin a daily posting of the ridiculous situations Carly finds herself in (and yes, I would probably have an amusing event to share every day where I’m left completely deprecated.) Like today, how I had to jump into the huge community garbage bin outside our apartment to look for the keys that I let go of, while throwing the garbage into the dumpster. I'm sure the surrounding apartment owners found it quite entertaining to see this girl roll up her sweats, climb up the side of the dumpster, and toss herself in.
Or, how I was at borders on Monday, and had been walking around for about 20 minutes when I went to scratch the back of my leg and all I could feel was leg and no dress. I was the last to realize my dress was tucked up into my diaper bag back pack, exposing my beautiful back side. I just stood there, frozen, desperate to just disappear. Stupid Oregon people; like you don't come whisper in my ear, “your butt is showing.” Confession: this has happened more than once. Yes, you are probably thinking, “I once had a nightmare where that happened: I showed up to school with no pants and I woke up in a cold sweat.” Pretty funny how your nightmares are my reality, huh.
And then, the other day, I was putting Emmett in the car to go to Costco and, long story short, locked him and both sets of keys inside the car. So, for an hour, in the parking lot, I kept Emmett entertained while waiting for the fire department. I was bawling while trying to sing really loud so Emmett could hear me through the window. Then I ran around playing peek-a-boo through every window of the car... I’m sure people thought I’d gone nuts (they couldn’t see Emmett inside): I’ve got mascara strewn all across my face from crying, and I’m running around doing some crazy Chinese fire drill and singing really loud to myself. Finally, I started drawing kitties and balls on the windows with some lipstick, which he liked. Happy ending…We got Emmett out, both of us still alive.
Let’s just say, Eric loves checking his messages at work to hear some new humiliation his wife has put herself through. I’m glad I can brighten up his day. If you are looking for a quick pick-me-up, give me a ring and I’ll be sure to share with you one of my many moments of shame; you’ll leave feeling much better knowing you have a friend who is far more ridiculous than you.
Emmett and I are thinking the same thing about graduation in this picture: "is it over yet?" I guess I'm better at hiding my emotions.
