Week of August 5th:

Locked myself out of the house. To add to the fun, sans phone. Stood on the driveway and pondered my options. Did not panic. Much. Realized I’d have to resort to asking my fabulous, remote working neighbors to let me borrow their phone. Made plans to make them an extra key stat.

Got honked at while waiting at a red light. Nothing unusual in that these days given I’m honked at least once a week by impatient fellow drivers. This time it was my mother en route to work. Chatted until the light changed. Small town life.

Got my twice annual skin check done. I see my dermatologist as much as my dentist now. Thank you, Skin Cancer! <Insert Go Get Checked PSA Here>

Cheered for the afternoon thunderstorm. Yelled, “MY ZINNIA’S!” upon seeing hail and voluntold Brian to bring them inside. My hollyhocks weren’t as lucky.

Met a friend at a brewery. Had to be dropped off by Brian since he drove over my driver’s license I had forgotten in his wallet just in case I was carded. I wasn’t. This is what almost being forty looks like I suppose.

Put on my “I feel like I’m playing at being an adult and getting away with it” hat by sending out reminders and documents to review in preparation for a meeting next week thanks to the board president being in Europe. 

Marveled at a postcard I received from a friend. It was from a place she had no connection to and randomly found in a book, having no idea my in-laws were from the area. What are the odds? Unless I forgot I sent the card to her in the first place…

Continued to joyfully send voice texts to the bestie, but now abide by the keep it under the 10 minute rule, less we lose another message that was inaccessible due to its large file size. It was me. I sent the 17 minute message that resulted in a policy.

Was informed that our original Door Dash delivery person was alleged to have stolen our dinner. Promptly received a call from customer service. Cue privileged whining.

Volunteered at the used book sale and helped an older woman carry books to her car. Was told to tell my parents they raised me right. 🤣

PEA-SIZED HAIL!
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