Return of the Mack

I am back.

A huge thank you to all of you who left well wishes and sent emails to me last week. It meant so much to me, and to the members of my family who checked in on my site to read all the condolences and take comfort in them as well. You are all awesome.

And now a story from my absence.

Last Wednesday was my last day of work for the week (having taken Thursday and Friday off for the wake and funeral). I woke up out of sorts, after having a fitful night of sleep, and proceeded to cut myself pretty seriously in the shower while shaving and in a QUITE inopportune spot. Yikes. This contributed to my general out of sorts feeling greatly. Later in the morning I went out to my car to see I had a flat tire. SWELL. Now, it just so happens that Adam has this handy dandy little device that plugs into your car's lighter and inflates your tire. Having never used this before, I called Adam (who you will remember is still incapacitated to an extent) to have him talk me through using this device from our apartment. It was easy enough, and once it was inflated, and I could see it was just a really slow leak that could wait until later (or knowing me until it explodes on the highway), I got into my car and drove off.

As I drove out of my parking lot, I heard a noise almost as if something fell off my car. I looked around and took stock of my handbag, the wheel-inflating device, my wallet and decided everything of importance was in my car so whatever had fallen off my car was of no consequence.

Until I got to work and couldn't find my cell phone.

Are you kidding me with this?

So I called Adam when I got to work and sheepishly explained that there was a small possibility that I am a huge idiot and may have left my cell phone on top of my car and then driven off. So Adam, good kid that he is, crutched down three flights of stairs to go outside and look for my cell phone.

He found the battery, and a few smithereens of other unidentifiable parts. I live on a busy street so, I mean, what did I expect.

What I still don't get is WHY I would have put my cell phone ON TOP of my car. I mean my passenger side door was open the whole time I was reinflating the tire so it would have been just as easy and a whole lot smarter just to throw it on the seat.

I don't know why I do the things I do.

I have already replaced the phone, which just leaves the small matter of reinputting my address book which of course I will never get around to doing, and thus I will never call anyone and never answer my phone because I don't recognize the number. So I will never go out again and never speak on the phone to anyone again except my mom and dad but then only if they are at home because that is, sadly enough, the only number I know by heart.

But how weird is this, I still remember all my friends' phone numbers from when they lived at home years ago. So if I want to talk to Mrs MacKinnon or Mr Deveau or Mrs Fancher I am all set really.

So, you heard it here first. Flat tires can lead to a hermit-like existance. Just you watch.