Monday, October 19, 2009

Lurking hard or hardly lurking?



Just peek at my dashboard and you could learn a few things. Like...

1) My horoscope knows that I am not Britney Spears despite the fact that we have the same birthday. Oh and they spelled her name wrong - really? bad form.

2) Since when has CNN used the word "lurk"? They must have a bunch of 20 somethings writing their headlines. Looks like I should send a resume their way - who knows what kind of headlines I could come up with.

Other than that. Totally locked myself out of my house last night when I was taking the trash out. So what does a girl do when her roommate is out of town and doesn't want to call a locksmith? She walks to her brother's where they feed and house her. I don't know if it's a good or bad thing that there was no urgency for me to get back into my apartment, but managed to make it a day with only what I had on me - which was nothing. I guess my mom is right - it takes a village to raise me - or at least a lot of family members and close friends to keep an eye on me. I'll grow up one day - really!

2 comments:

Life's a Beach! said...

Sarah, getting locked out happens at all ages! One time, I locked Michael and myself out of the car three miles from home. That was before the age of cellphones. We walked all the way home and had to 'lurk' waiting for a neighbor with a key to get home. Hope you had fun at Reas and Diana's!

Mom said...

We've been locked out a few times, too! Once, Dad figured out how to take the screens off and break in through the kitchen window - then he promptly fixed those windows so nobody else could "let themselves in"!

Good ol' Reas & Diana saved your day - that's what big brothers are for! :-)