So it’s 8:09am and I’m waiting for Tom to come home…to unlock my car. Hoo boy. He finally got the garage cleaned out yesterday so I can park in it again—-so as I’ve been doing since I’ve started parking in the garage, I left my keys in it. So I just went out to leave for work and—-surprise!—-the car is locked. What? Huh? Why on earth is it locked? It had to be Tom… The funny thing is that I already talked to him once this morning, about 20 minutes ago, when he called to tell me he forgot his wallet and would I bring it in with me! Ironically, this same thing happened about a month ago—-and before that, we’d never locked our keys in the car (at least since we’ve been in NC). Tom swore up and down that he didn’t do it—-that he even UNlocked it this morning. Unfortunately, it’s locked, so he did it! Oh well. So he’s on his way home now and I’ll be a little late for work. And to top it off, I feel like crap. I started feeling icky yesterday, slept nicely last night courtesy of Nyquil, and feel like I could still be in bed sleeping nicely. Sore throat, stuffy/runny nose, clogged head. Fun, fun, fun!