The mystery smell was the melon, or rather the rind, a renegade piece had catapulted out of the trash can and didn't make it to the garbage in the garage. But I must say I was a bit excited to read Head's theory that I'm pregnant. I called the Taco and told him, he laughed and then he asked if I really thought I was. I'm not.
So after fighting with odors and running errands yesterday I came home and proceeded to lock my car keys in the car. Not a big deal if I wasn't living alone this week, but there wasn't much Jocko could do to help me from OH. So I called the good old insurance guy, and of course his office was closed so I get connected to the "Good Neighbor Help Line" after they check to see that I have a policy with them the girl asks if I want to call my own locksmith, or should she look one up for me, hmmm.... please look that up for me because I am currently in my garage because I can't get into my house. So I call the locksmith and he heads right over.
And while I waited I read the MTU Alum magazine because it was in the mailbox.
I don't know about you, but when I hire someone to break into my home/car I would hope I am dealing with a professional - I kind of expect some sort of uniform. Instead I get a guy straight out of the hood; his girlfriend/wife is all cracked out in the passenger seat and there is a baby (at least the child was properly restrained, and very cute)and a big, crazy looking guy in the back seat. And he didn't pull into my driveway, he parked in the street - not pulled off to the side, but in the middle of my narrow subdivision street. It took him about 10 minutes to get into the car and of course every single one of my neighbors rolled right passed while he was working - I felt so dumb. But, I got into my house and car.
I am taking a spare key to the neighbors house tonight.