Yes, I Am A Card Carrying Tard

The other day I started feeling hot at work. That wasn't anything new. Every now and then I get these hot spells. The Man thinks it has something to do with me getting older. I like to think it's just because there's some kind of problem with the air-conditioner at work, but since I get them at home, too, maybe he has something there.

Anyway, putting my hair up really cools off the back of my neck, so I keep hair scrunchies in my purse for just such an occasion. So I knew I had one. I'd used it earlier, but all of a sudden I couldn't find it. I looked all over my desk, the floor, my pockets. It was nowhere to be found. It wasn't until I got off work and took off my headset that I found it already in my hair. At lunch I pulled just the hair on each side of my face back and made sort of a half-ponytail. I don't know if there's a technical hair-dressing term for that, but you know what I mean. Just a little ponytail while the rest of my hair hangs down like normal.

So I felt pretty silly. Like those people who search all over for their glasses when they're right on top of their head.

Then I got out of the building and started walking to my car. That was when I realized someone had been messing with my car. The window was rolled down. That wouldn't have been so bad, but there was a big storm that came through that afternoon. And of course the wind had been blowing the rain right into the open window. Luckily, my car is older, so there isn't any electronic door or window controls, or seat adjustment controls that could have shorted out. It was just my seat that was soaking wet.

Of course, before I even got to my car I remembered I got to work a little early and there was an interesting segment on NPR that I sat in my car to listen to. Unfortunately, when I turn the key enough to turn off the engine but leave the radio on it turns off the fan, so I rolled the window down.

That's right, completely soaking wet ass thanks to yours truly. I didn't blog about it for a couple of days because I was afraid of jinxing myself and ending up with a third example of my idiocy.