Thursday, August 1, 2013

I MayB not that bright

Being that moving day is always stressful, The Guy and I thought it best to leave the mutt at his sister's for the day.  His mom lives there and they don't hate each other entirely so it would be less stress for him and me to have him out of the way.  He's been a little stressed since we started this packing and moving and selling the house thing (back in May) so I thought this would keep him from pooping in every room just to make a statement.

Montel enjoying the outdoors for a brief period of time.

I messaged my SiL and asked if we could dump Monsieur Montel at their abode for the day.  She readily agreed and asked if I had the code and the keys.  Yup.  I did.

Nope.  I did not.

Well, I had the keys. And technically, I thought I had the code.  But, in this day and age, everything has a code and my brain has limited remembering capacity.  I mean, I know the home phone number of parents of a client of mine from 15 years ago and I know the addresses where one of my homeless guys has lived over the years, but my SiL's alarm code?  TOO MUCH FOR BRAIN TO HANDLE.

I took Monty (who btw knows something is up and is not pleased with it, thank you very much) for a car ride.  We got into the house well enough and then I punched in the code.  Nope, that's our house's code. Try again.  Nope.  Try again.  Nope.  Wait, I know it.  Nope.

And again and again until the alarm started shrieking.  Now, Maddy (Monty's mom and SiL's dog) makes a break for wherever she feels safe because WHAT IS THAT NOISE? and Monty stands and looks at me expectantly, knowing I will fix it because that is what humans do.

To be fair, I've been working nights, had a migraine of epic proportions, and had slept 2 1/2 hours.  But that's not the point.  I have completely forgotten the number.  Entirely. Gone.

Then the house phone rings.  I run, grab the phone, and answer it while desperately trying to get The Guy on the phone. I reach his mother and beg for the code while I accidentally hang up on the Alarm Systems people.  I am sure the police will attend immediately and arrest me.

I haven't even showered and I'm going to go to prison.

My MiL tells me the code, I enter it, and the house goes blissfully silent but for the ringing in my ears.  No wait.  That's the Alarm Company calling back.  I talk to him and explain what happened.  He asks for my name and then explained I would have to tell him the code I just entered so he would know it wasn't a fluke.

You think I could remember it? Nope.

Please make me a cake with a file in it.  My hearing is next week.

9 comments:

  1. This happens because, clearly, there is not enough stress in your life.

    Leaving work the other day, I got on the elevator at the third floor and press the 3 button followed by the "Close doors" button (it's a hospital, so you have to tell the doors when to close). The doors started to close, then popped right back open with a happy "We're here!" ding.

    I repeated the action, with the same results, growing increasingly frustrated at the damned conveyance. I checked to see if something was blocking the doors or something.

    I did this *at least* three times. There is too much going on in our brains.

    But at least I couldn't be convicted of breaking and entering. I hope you were wearing clean underwear.

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    1. Oh man, I am so glad it's not just me. Some days. I do get a good giggle out of thinking about you pushing that button and getting more and more frustrated. Tee hee.

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  2. Edit: I did it at least three times before realizing I wanted to go down to the first floor.

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  3. Put the file on a flash drive and put that in the cake

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    1. Ha. Thanks Dad. I'm sure that will help.

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  4. Yikes! Well I am glad that the cops didn't show up...that would have been quite the story to explain yourself out of!

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    1. My SiL has assured me I am listed as a contact person, so it's unlikely I would have done any hard time, but still!!

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  5. hahaha! you gotta laugh, right? better than crying! good luck with the move.

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    1. That's exactly it! And something like this would only happen to me. Sigh.

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