Only me...

Just the other day as I was sitting on the couch pondering my existence, I thought to myself that the last week was nice and uneventful....quite peaceful actually. ( I mean besides the AWESOME discovery of the most amazing shoe warehouse EVER) I realized that I hadn't done anything, or said anything to cause myself any discomfort, personal embarrassment, public embarrassment or bodily harm.  That should have been my first clue that the calm wasn't going to last.  Today was the day! When I came home at lunch to walk Bubbalicious, I parked in front of the house and headed up the stone stairs to the front door. Just as I was going to punch in my code to open the door, I just happened to drop my car and apartment key from my key ring.  No big deal you might think, but alas.... you forget who we are talking about.  Just my luck there is an inch wide crack between the concrete of the stairs and the house.  An inch wide crack that my keys felt they needed to fall into.  Now someone without my experience of  "accidents" or shall we say "incidents", might break down and cry....might want to throw a little tantrum in the street and call for help. However when you are someone like me, you would know this was just your frequent, kick in the butt, punch in the stomach, toilet paper on your shoe "reminder" from life to keep it real! Slow it down! Pay attention!
So with much thanks to a neighbour who loaned me a wire coat hanger and held the flashlight so I could see, I was able to call on my McGyver-like skill and free my keys from the depths of No Man's Land in record time. Tragedy averted. No tears of frustration, no kicking of car tires, no screaming "why me"!
Problem + Action - Freak Out = ME!!  Bring it on!

"THE CRACK"