funny story...

I've got a funny story for you all...

Yesterday was a normal day. I got up, showered, got dressed and went to work. Work was fairly uneventful. We had our weekly department meetings, I took a longish lunch and I stayed a little late in order to save vacation time for this weekend. I left work around 6:30ish and instead of going home, I went over to my friend, Christopher's apartment. He needed someone to help him change the brakes on his car. (insert skeptical look, sarcastic comment here) I think it was more he just wanted some company. So we had dinner and then I helped him to put down some new carpet on his balcony. We actually spent the majority of the evening driving between Lowe's, Home Depot, Walmart and Costco. I left my purse, and my phone, in his apartment. See, my thought process was that if we got stuck or needed to call someone, we had his phone and I don't really get calls that often anyway that are time sensitive. So if I missed a call, I could just call whoever it was back.

We get back to his apartment around 10ish and he starts to work on his car and turns out the light he bought wouldn't work because there wasn't enough voltage in his car or something or other. He gets a call from Rebecca around 10:30ish asking if I was with him and to tell me to call my parents. They had called all of my friends trying to find me. So I call them to let them know where I was and I think everything is fine. Get back into the apartment and I have 4 missed calls, 2 voice mails and 1 text message. 2 missed calls from my parents, 1 from my dad's cell, and one from my younger brother. The voice mails were from my dad: "hey kiddo, haven't heard from you. Either come home or check in." and my younger brother, "Kelly, where are you. You may want to call the parents." and a text message from my younger brother asking where i was. They had called Nicki, Rebecca and Christopher trying to get in touch with me. Christopher had his phone with him but didn't recognize the number so didn't pick up.

I get home around 11:15 or so and my parents are still up. These are people that go to bed around 10:00 and my dad has recently had surgery, so lately he's been going to bed early. Mom says it was my dad that was worried but she was still up when i got home too. Find out this morning that my dad was getting ready to send someone over to Christopher's apartment to see if i was there. That would have been just slightly embarrassing. Like the time my mom called me at 10:30 while I was hanging out with Christopher and Rebecca to tell me I should probably come home because it was snowing.

You think it ends there...no, it doesn't....I get a call from Nicki today at work. She wanted to make sure that I was okay. I wasn't aware that at 23 years old, after living on my own for 4 years, I still needed to check in. It just didn't cross my mind. Mom said, "it's just that you usually call". I'm surprised they didn't call the police. :-P Well, at least i know that I'm loved, right?