This Ought to be Interesting

>> Monday, September 7, 2009

Ugh. I have to go to the County Clerk's office today to record a document we've been working toward for 2 years. I need to get this over with. All the pieces are finally in place.

Now here is the catch. I was up literally half the night (one hour out of every two) with massive and painful indigestion. (Darn that pizza and ice cream cake anyway.) For the past 3 days Toddler has been a real crabapple, so I'm a bit nervous. Today, though, he seems happy and cheerful, but he asked me for a tissue and actually wiped his nose with it -- a rare event indeed, so I'm thinking maybe all that fussing was leading up to something? Well, I certainly believe in keeping the contagious home, I can't seem to justify tying us home with no symptoms. Sure, we'll skip the pool today and no eating lunch out, but I just can't cancel everything on a hunch, right? I've just got to get this monkey off my back.

Why is recording a document a monkey, you might ask? Well, first of all, depite 10 years of being a real estate lawyer, I have ever done it before. Second, listen to some of the advice I've been given. "Bring cash, no checks accepted from individuals. Bring $100 just to be safe. Whatever you do, don't tell them you used to practice law, and they should be really helpful. If you tell them, there might be trouble." Hmmm. This ought to be interesting.

Let's think about this. Sure, I drafted all kinds of documents that ended up in the land records of the very office I am going to. It might be hard to look like I really don't know what I'm talking about. On the other hand, I haven't eaten anything in 14 hours because of this stomache ache, I'm exhausted, running on about 3 hours sleep, I'm blonde, I'm very short, I'm wearing blue jeans and flip flops, and I have a two year old and a diaper bag with me. I'm thinking I might be able to get away with the clueless routine.

To emphasize this point, I just called Darling Husband to ask him what he did with my car keys last night after he brought in the stuff from the trunk. He didn't know, and we went through the checklist that started with, "Are they in front of the microwave," and ended with, "Well, if they aren't anywhere else, check and see if I left them clipped to the shorts I was wearing last night." *Sigh.* Of course. I'll go check. As I start around the corner to go look, I hear a suspicious jingle. I reach down, and there are the keys, clipped to my belt loop. I have no recollection of how they got there. A few moments ago, I was putting Toddler in the car and reached down to get those keys. They were gone. I got a little panicky -- did I just lock us out of the house? No, no. I just moved the keys to my other hand when I wasn't looking. Again, I have no recollection of doing this.

Like I said, this ought to be interesting. Tune in next time, and I'll tell you what happened. I'm sure it will be entertaining.


  © Free Blogger Templates Skyblue by 2008

Back to TOP