I'm Not Telling

What question do you hate being asked?

The two questions I am asked most frequently, of course:

A) Are you okay?  Because when I'm thinking about something very important or complicated people say I look like something is wrong.  In fact, it seems like if I'm just not smiling people act like I am sick or something.

B) Are you stoned?  Because I'm just odd and some people are suspicious of anyone who doesn't act like a stuck up little stiff.

Well.  Imagine this:

You are in bed, in your jammy's and you mother is on her way out the door.  She asks you to take a big bag out to the car.  You do as told and return to your porch, twist the doorknob and realized it's locked.  Keep in mind you are in your pajamas, face unwashed, teeth unbrushed and not wearing a bra.  Mom just left the driveway and you look at you options:

wait until around 3 when she'll be back.

go ring on your neighbors' doorbells until someone lets you use a phone even though you aren't dressed for that.

attempt breaking in your own house to avoid the second one.

I did the second one.  My neighbors on the right were home but didn't bother coming to the door, the ones across from them really were'nt home and the ones on their right were, but were men (worse).  On the bright side everything worked out because I'm here blogging it hoping you'll chuckle a little, eh?

And you know what else?  When one thing goes wrong in my life a few others always come with it.  Last night when my parents were in MS, the church van broke down.  They all (church members)had to get a ride here.  No other bad thing has happened and that's that.  Everything else will continue just as happy as before.  Usually everything goes bad, but not this time...nope.