...Wow...

So let me recount my Sunday morning to you. Believe me, it's worth the read...

I got up in plenty of time to take a leisurely shower, fix and eat breakfast, get dressed, and get to church in plenty of time to get ready to sing the special music at the 8 AM service. I had a good bit of stuff to carry in, so getting out of the car was a bit of a chore, but I managed. So I sang in the service, then sat in my Sunday School room, reading a magazine, waiting for everyone to get there when VNB called...

"It's going to be really hard for me to get to church today." You see, I had taken his car instead of mine since his has a tape deck and mine doesn't and I wanted to go over my song a few times on the way. That wouldn't have been a problem except that I'm the only one with a key to my car...so he was stuck at home.

So I wrote a note to the class explaining our absence and began gathering my things when I realize that I couldn't find my keys. I'd set all of my stuff down in several locations throughout the church over the course of the morning though, so I began retracing my steps. Coming up empty, my last stop is in the church office where I asked if anyone's turned any keys in. Since no one had, the office manager offered to check my car for me (did I mention that it was VERY rainy on Sunday?). As I'm standing inside, waiting for him to return, someone else who's just come in asked, "Oh...is that _your_ car that's on?"

Whoops...

So the office manager returns, verifying that a) the keys are in the car, and b) the car is indeed running. (And had been since I'd gotten there two hours previously.)

So I went back to my Sunday School room to borrow a car to go get VNB (who has spare keys to _his_ car, just not mine). One of the girls let me borrow her car and I proceeded to pop the hood with my left hand while keeping my right hand on the emergency brake. After closing the hood and successfully disengaging the brake, I began my trek home to get VNB.

It is at that point that I performed the most difficult task of all - I called him to let him know what was happening. He very quickly told me to turn around because there's a key in a magnetic box under the back bumper....oh, and when I left at 7:15 (over an hour before he got up), I left the front door open. Now, our door has springs on it, so it's not like it was wide open or anything, but the springs aren't strong enough to actually get the door to latch, so it wasn't just unlocked, it was obviously open.

Whoops...

So I turned around and headed back to church. As I (almost 7-months pregnant, in a dress and heels, holding an umbrella, in the rain) was squatting behind the car, searching in vain for the hide-a-key, one of the guys from the church walked by and offered assistance. He managed to find the key, but neither of us could actually get the box (which was pretty wet by then, as were our hands) open. So we went inside, dried off the box, practically had to break it, but finally got it open.

So we trekked back out with the key, opened the door and discovered that not only had the car been _ON_ for over two hours, it had been on and in _DRIVE_ for over two hours. I'd put the emergency brake on, but had never put it into park.

Whoops...

So then I returned my friend's car keys and headed home to pick up VNB. We missed Sunday School completely (although they _DEFINITELY_ enjoyed a "few" chuckles at my expense - especially as I came and went with story updates), but made it back in time for the service.





You know...they talk about "pregnancy" or "placenta brain," but up until now (despite what VNB might tell you), I haven't been any more absent-minded than normal really....but wow....all of that to happen at once! Here's hoping that I've gotten it all over with and will now revert to normal, because it's going to be a very _long_ two months otherwise.

Yeah...I'm not holding my breath, don't worry. But a girl can dream, can't she?