Humpday Confessions

Good Lord, I missed you guys last week with this post. I was so bummed that I didn't join in on the fun that is Kathy's link up.  Worry not, I'm back at it and hopefully I don't disappoint. 

I confess, when I received my Liebster nomination, one of the questions was "what makes you truly happy?" This question kind of scared he hell out of me so I didn't answer it. 

Later I went home to Scott and said that I had a hard time with it (because I'm a complete nutjob), so we made a list together which I'll share at a later date ;) If an after work event interferes with my barre schedule I'm going to decline. 

The episodes with the Russian were my absolute favorite on Sex and the City. I can't explain it but I'm sure it has something to do with the hopeless romantic in me. Especially this episode.

Speaking of...

I hate being busy at work because that means I can't go on gchat or email with my friends. They hate it too by the way. I have a feeling my bosses might not feel the same way. 

I want to throw my DAMN phone out the window. I did some assbackwards software update and the piece of shit won't swear! It wrote Damon instead of Damn 3 times in a row! Don't get me started on the real swear words.

F$&k!! Blogger decided to erase the rest of my post and for a second I debated not even finishing. Let's hope I can rewrite this next one as good as the first time, or better. That would be nice.

On Monday, I got a call from my and decided to go down to my car to take the call. We talked for 10 minutes or so and then I went back of up to work. Five o'clock rolls around and I'm ready to go to my barre class, excited to start the week off right. I'm rummaging through my purse and my keys are NOT in there! Sheeiiittt! I distinctly remember putting them in my purse as I was walking to my building. I retrace my steps and nothing. At this point I'm just praying that they are near my car. I walk up and the doors are unlocked, this is strange because I'm a psycho about locking my doors, it's like tourettes with that clicker.

Open the door, nothing on the seats or cup holder, where do I find them? In the Ignition!!

Shyyyyesss! 

Happy Dance! 

Relief.

Ok, so the question is, did I leave them in the ignition or did some nice person find them and figure that I would definitely find them in the ignition? 

Monday ended on a good note, keys were found, car wasn't stolen and I got to go to barre. 

Honestly, if the keys weren't there, I'm not sure if I would have called Scott first or my barre studio to say I wasn't going to make it to class and to plead with them to not charge me. Ha! Told ya, nut job!

And last but certainly not least I cannot wait for the start of WORLD CUP tomorrow!!! EEEEYYYYAAAAA!! 

Come on, be like Ross and get in on this excitement!! 

Happy Humpday!