I went to my cousin's wedding on Friday night. And besides the fact that it was totally beautiful and I absolutely adored my cousin's wedding dress, I spent 14 hours in the car with my three sick siblings.
This really only means one thing.
I. got. the. bug.
So now it's the end of the semester, classes are wrapping up and I have loads to do - and I'm sick. Coughing, aching, sore throat kind of deal. My voice is all scratchy and cool sounding when I talk, but the more I talk the drier my throat gets and the more it hurts...so I should probably give up talking for a little while.
Plus, tonight at dinner I started to feel not so great and now I have a headache. So I'm thinking maybe no class tomorrow? I'm not sure, so I'll just play it by ear. I don't necessarily want to miss class, but I don't want to go if I'm not going to be able to focus. I think that's worse than not showing up at all.
However, I have to tell you about my morning. Because I think it's kind of funny.
Here I am, sick little me, can hardly talk, standing with the congregation trying to worship but I can't hardly sing at all. I'm standing with my mom because DP goes to the middle school service and Dad and TheMechanic are ushers. TheKeeper was supposed to drive himself to church this morning because he had a soccer game right the service got over.
But he wasn't there.
Mom didn't have her phone and mine was turned off. Noting TheKeeper's absence, I thought it might be a good idea to turn my phone on and text him.
"Where are you?"
"Tell Mom to call me."
Well, mom doesn't have her phone and I figure whatever it is I can probably answer his question, so I take the phone out of the auditorium and dial my brother. "Give the phone to mom" a VERY irate voice growls at me.
"What's wrong?" I pry. I had to pry it from him, too. He didn't want to talk to me. Eventually I got him to tell me that he had gotten halfway to church, realized he didn't have his goalie gloves, turned around and drove back home. He'd left the truck running while he ran in to grab his gloves, but as he shut the door behind him, he realized that he had locked himself out of his running on fumes truck.
He was not a happy camper.
Well, I walked back into the auditorium and there was my dad standing right in front of me. I figured honestly that he would be of more help than mom since he probably actually knew where there were spare keys and mom would have probably just told us to go ask dad.
Sure enough, dad calmed TheKeeper down a bit and told him to quit stressing out. These things happen, it will be okay. It will even be alright if the truck runs out of gas, just quit worrying and relax! Then it was my job to get him, take him to the office of dad's work, grab the spare keys for the truck, and drive him back home so we could both come back to church.
I went and grabbed my purse and told mom what was going on and then I left service to go rescue TheKeeper. He wasn't very happy when I came to get him, but at least he didn't sound as angry as he hand when I talked to him on the phone.
We drove to the office and had a fun time figuring out which key unlocked the door into the lab, then we grabbed the spares out of the lock box that was in the clean lab and headed to gas station to fill up a little five gallon tank so my brother wouldn't be driving on fumes into church.
There were about fifteen minutes left of the sermon by the time we arrived at the church.
I've locked my keys in my own car plenty of times, but never while the engine has been running. I guess there's a first time for everything, you know?