It doesn’t take a genius to see the pattern that is already set with car keys, house keys, and being locked out.  In case you missed it, there are FIVE different links there with FIVE different key/locked out stories.

Anyhow. I keep my car keys in my car, my husband takes his keys into the house. Whenever we take my car somewhere, we always end up with two sets of keys. Mine. And his. Since he’s the driver I put mine in the glove box so that no one sees the keys inside my car and thinks: Oh, keys! I’ll just break a window and then steal this almost  paid off Honda Hybrid. Of course, when we go to somewhere that does not constitute locking the car, I just leave them sitting out.

Yesterday we were at my parents house for a family get-together, we took my car and ended up with two sets of keys in the car. It was getting late and Zoe had no intention of getting out of the pool so we could leave, however the dogs needed to be let out so my brother drove my husband home while I stuck around until I could get Zoe out of the pool.

I figured it was as good a time as any to start to load the car, and that’s when I realized that he’d locked the car. My keys were in plain sight and all of the windows were rolled up. Not even a small crack so that I could stick a hanger in there and fish out my keys.

So I called him and asked if he wanted me to come home.

“Eventually.” He said.

“You locked my keys in the car.” I told him.

“Figure it out.” He replied.

Figure. It. Out.

He’s lucky he was joking.

So he came back and unlocked my car for me.The habit of working in the big city die hard I suppose, either that, or he accidentally pushed the lock button on the key fob while it was in his pocket.

The Hangover:  Ohmygosh. It was so hilarious! But … you will never let your husband/boyfriend go to Vegas with the guys again. EVER.

The Proposal: Loved it! I think it’s going to be my new You’ve Got Mail.

Confessions of a Shopaholic: I read all of the books, maybe even twice, and can’t believe that I didn’t see this movie when it was in the theaters. It was really good. Even my husband liked it.

He’s Just Not That Into You: Pretty good, even though I watched it with my husband and he was walking a very very fine line by doing the fist pumps in the air every time he agreed with something the guys said.

So I was getting a pedicure yesterday around 4:45 p.m. CST when I kinda heard a voice say to someone else down the hallway and through two doorways “first Farrah Fawcett dies and now Michael Jackson…”

And I was all like, whoa whoa whoa, what?

But one of the doors swung shut and I couldn’t hear the rest of it. I said to the girl who was doing my nails, “Did someone just say that Michael Jackson died??” And I don’t know what in the hell she was thinking because she got up and shut the door to the room so I definitely couldn’t hear what was being said at all.

And there I sat.

My feet being made pretty, while I attempted to get some kind of an internet connection on my cellphone. No luck.

It wasn’t until 5:45 pm that I was released from the salon and I could make it out my car to get the full scoop.

Michael Jackson really had died.

Wow.

And I really cannot comprehend the completely uninterested attitude of my manicurist. I asked if the King of Pop had died and she got up and shut the door.

On Sunday morning my husband and I went to see The Proposal. I bought our tickets at the kiosk and right after the tickets popped out I got a coupon.

Make that two coupons.

For Milk Duds.

ONE BOX OF MILK DUDS FOR $1 WITH CONCESSION PURCHASE.

That is so cruel. Very, very cruel.

I started my day off by going to my power yoga class where I did the splits. On both sides. And when the lady next to me commented on how well I did the splits I turned to her and said, “Thanks! Today I turned 40.” Then I smiled and flashed her my braces.

According to my husband I could be confused with a teenager, especially when I pull out my cellphone and text message my BFF. I think I text message my brother more than I text message my BFF though.

Anyhow. After I performed the splits in my yoga class I helped carry the patio furniture up from the basement, and then Zoe and I went out to lunch and picked up my birthday cake.

It was an Italian coconut cake from my favorite bakery that we get all of our cakes from. Three times a year we get a cake and since it was my cake I got to choose. It’s was a four layer genoise (yellow cake) with cream cheese buttercream filling with coconut and pecans sprinkled in between the layers and then buttercream and cover sides with toasted coconut. When I picked up the cake there was a lady at the counter who was picking up her own cake, but she loved mine so much (even though she only looked at it) that she told the baker that she needed to order one. And the baker said, “the next time?” And the lady said, “no, I’ll order it right now.” So I asked her what the occassion was and she told me it was “to have cake.”

I’ll have to remember that the next I want cake, and then call the bakery and order a 10″ cake that says:

I just wanted some cake

I didn’t know what to put on my birthday cake, so my husband picked it out and thought that his grandfather would appreciate that it said Kimberly rather than Kim. He’s the only one that ever called me that.

My birthday party was fantastic! My husband was in charge of the grill and he made brats and polish sausages. He also made a pork tenderloin in the smoker. He did a great job! Most everyone who was important to me was able to come to celebrate my birthday, which really meant a lot to me. Thank you for all the birthday wishes and for making my birthday one of the best ever!

I’d post more pictures, however someone turned one of the dials on the camera and it took crap pictures until the very end of the party. I have a very nice photo of my friend’s 2 year old daughter though. If you were at my party and have pictures please email them to me!

It’s the last day of my staycation, and it’s the day before my 40th birthday. This morning my husband gave me my birthday present: the morning at the spa. It was awesome! I had my legs waxed, then I had a one hour full body massage, and last was a facial. I think I loved the facial the most, it was like having a full hour shavasana where I just melted into my happy place. They couldn’t fit in a pedicure today, so I have that to look forward to next Thursday at 4:35 p.m.

When I came home my husband and daughter had filled that giant flowerbed in with mulch. We still have a huge pile of mulch left in the driveway though, I may have over estimated a bit when I ordered five yards of it.  After lunch we went to the Lakefront Festival of Arts which was at the Milwaukee Art Museum. I loved the festival and I enjoy buying artwork from stuff like this, but holy moly, there was not a huge amount of art available that was in my price point. That was a bit of a disappointment.

We then went out for pizza, and while we ate we played “would you rather”. All of the “would you rather’s” seemed to stem around me either staying 39, or me turning 40. For instance, Zoe asked  me: Would you rather stay 39 forever and do this day over and over again for the rest of your life (a la Groundhog Day), or turn 40?

Let me think about this.

Hell yes!

But it’s not because I’d stay 39, it’s because I’d get a massage and a facial, someone else hauled most of the mulch, I browsed through artwork, and I got to eat pizza. Staying 39 is just the cherry on the top of a great day!