A Near Fiasco!

This weekend was my niece's wedding in Ohio. When the whole family is going to a function, it is hard to find someone to care for the dog. Now that we are empty nesters I decided to forge new territory and look for a dog sitter months in advance. We were all set up until 48 hours before we had to leave. Our pre-arranged sitter took ill and had to cancel on us. So I had to develop a new plan A & plan B. Plan A didn't work either, as they called us first and asked us to watch their cats as they were going up north this weekend to their cabin. I left a message for Plan B and hoped for the best, while trying to establish a plan C, D, & E. Can you spell d-e-s-p-a-r-a-t-i-o-n?

While the dog situation and my work situation (still trying to catch up from my trip to Maine) had me stressed out, I neglected to try on the outfit I planned to wear to the wedding. It was the green linen suit, I'd bought and only worn once (2 years ago) for Audra's bridal shower. Well at 8:00 pm the night before we left I tried it on and surprise! It didn't fit, not even with the wonder-girdle....not even close. Linen does not stretch, even a teensy bit. I guess that's what an inactive winter, struggling with health issues will do to you.

Panic set in. No time to waste, I'll have to make a emergency trip to Elder Beerman. I ran for my purse and car keys, and guess what? No car keys! I look for my hubby. No hubby. However, I do find my phone, so I call my husband on his cell phone. His cell phone rings in the kitchen. Can you spell f-r-u-s-t-r-a-t-i-o-n?

I dump my purse out on the table. No car keys. I search quickly through the house. No car keys. I go out to the car to look in the ignition. I slam the door to try to keep the dog from getting out with me. I slam my own elbow in the door - and the dog gets out. Ouch, great now I have a bruised and scraped up elbow, a dog that is standing guard by the car and NO KEYS! Can you spell e-x-a-s-p-e-r-a-t-i-o-n?

Soooo....I drag the dog in and find hubby's key, jump in his car and back up in the driveway and stop. Is this insane? Should I just wear something causal I have, instead of something dressy? Then it dawned on me....my house keys and car keys are on the same key ring and I've just locked myself out of my house. Can you spell _______?

At eight-thirty I pull into the lot at Elder Beerman and they close at nine o'clock. Okay, this will be a speed shopping excursion. I race to the back of the store, scanning left and right as I go for possibilities in case the petites section fails me. No dressy petites to speak of. Only one dress I like in the dress section and it's a size 6. If I could wear a size 6, I wouldn't be here now.

It's 8:15 and no possibilities, I grab some dressy tops by Laura Ashley and duck into the dressing room; to small, unflattering and to plain. Dash out again and head to the front of the store. Grab several more tops and swoop into a different dressing room as they announce you should take your purchases to the counter. This time to big, to flashy!! Back out and grab a few more tops and into the dressing room as they threaten to close the store and lock me inside. I settle on a Laura Ashley top that's not on sale...$85.00. Sooo much for being frugal. Admit defeat? Go home empty handed? On the verge of tears I stand in line and pay the outrageous price. At least I'll have something new to wear.

I pull into the yard to greet hubby. He looks sheepish. He had my keys in his pocket, because he originally went out to put my car in the garage, but went and visited some neighbors instead. I share my story with him..... He pours himself a drink and when I tell him to pour me a double...he is a wise husband and does so even though he knows I very, very rarely drink and have never had a double anything in my life.