Aimee is... Just a little slow.

Whatever Trevor. I wasn't kdding about the psych bill.

A series of events today, lead to my discovery of: I am an idiot.

Firstly I was lazing around the house watching Oprah's "Clean-your-messy-house" show. It inspired me to clean up my room. So then I drove down to the shops to buy some storage boxes.

After I had bought my new storage boxes I opened the boot of my car and put them in. While I was shoving them in I chucked my bag onto the back seat.

Slams boot shut...

Ahh....?

Crap!

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Where are my keys?

I had thrown my bag into my locked car without remembering that my keys were in that bag.

So then, using the Woolworths' phone, I had to ring my Gramps... :

"Hello?"
"Uh... Hi Gramps."
"How are you?"
"Uh... Bad?"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Don't be mad. Ok?"
"Did you lock your keys in the car?"

Apparently everyone else already knew that I am an idiot. :P

My Gramps is so awesome, he drove down to the shops and helped me to break into my own car. It took us almost two hours, he hurt his finger, and I got covered in the shame of everyone watching us, knowing that I was a very silly little girl.

He told me "You know what this means now? You HAVE to get another key cut."
(He tells me this on a regular basis, but today I actually followed his advice.)

So, voila. Hope you enjoyed another adventure into the Land of not only Nothing Much, but Nothing At All. :P

Embarrassment. Eggface.