It’s happened again. The gods of misfortune looked unfavorably upon me yesterday. I’m not surprised; things were going relatively well.
Then all hell broke loose.
It started Friday night when I lost my keys – car, house, mailbox, etc. sometime during a lovely dinner at Dolce Vita and crepes at Sweet Paris with my friend, Karen. (The s’mores crepes are to DIE for!) I have an extra house key, but not an extra car key. (I’m driving my mom’s old Toyota and only have one key.) So I got up Saturday morning and called the restaurants, but no one had turned in keys. I found a locksmith who came to my house and made a new key, but by the time he was done, I was late for my appointment with Robyn Arouty to get Coco’s picture taken.
Robyn is an amazing photographer who specializes in pet photography. Once a month, she does something called Pocketshots. You sign up for a 30-minute session, and she donates a portion of the pet portrait fee to a local dog rescue organization. I was afraid we would miss our time slot, but Robyn was running late and was finishing up with another dog when I got there. Coco was a PILL during the photo shoot. She would not sit or stay – she just couldn’t settle down. Robyn put her in a blue chair and put some red glasses on her. She looked adorable. I tried to get her to stay in the chair and keep the glasses on, but she wasn’t having it. She may get the Little Shit of the Day award, which Robyn gives to the pet that puts up the biggest fight!
On my way home, one of my tires blew out. (Had a flat last week and used the spare, which is a full-sized tire so I hadn’t replaced it yet. The blowout was a different tire.) So I exited the freeway, pulled into a parking lot and called a tow truck guy who towed me to a Firestone near downtown. (Coco got to ride in the cab of a truck – yea! The 52-year-old, married truck driver hit on me – ick!) I decided to replace all the tires because I wasn’t taking ANY chances on the other two. (The tires were four years old. I asked the salesman if he thought I should replace the front two tires as well as the back two. He said it was up to me and asked if I drive over lots of bumps and potholes. I said, um, yeah. I live in Houston.)
I watched the second half of the Aggie/’Bama game on TV, which was very exciting and made the time pass quickly. (Firestone didn’t mind at all that Coco came in the shop.) My car was ready at 6:45, and I went home, showered, dressed and drove ever-so-within-the-speed-limit to the Hobby Center to see The Book of Mormon, which I was supposed to see with my friend, Omi, who’d had to cancel earlier because her son was sick. (Poor baby – hope he’s better!) The show was HILARIOUS! The sets and choreography were ingenious, the songs were clever, and the leads were brilliant, especially the actor who played Elder Cunningham. It really is an ensemble show, and the only way I knew I wasn’t on Broadway is that I got in my car (new tires!) and drove home. I thought about Mom. I think she would have liked it. (We saw Avenue Q on Broadway, and she loved it and wasn’t offended at all. Susan and I did a really good job of raising her!)
So I drove home, and as I was driving down my street, I saw a utility truck with flashing lights in the middle of the street in front of my condo complex, and I thought to myself, hmmm, this can’t be good. Sure enough, my section of the complex was completely dark. I kid you not! I parked my car behind my garage door, went in the front door (thank Heavenly Father I had my house key – I hadn’t attached it to my new car key yet,) got Coco and took her out. Then I played a rousing round of Candy Crush Saga on my iPad and went to bed.
The power came on during the night. I woke up to all the lights on and the ceiling fan spinning – and a wet spot where Coco had peed on the bed.