Weekly entertainment, Carolyn-style

Please understand that my computer is in close proximity to my phone.

This morning was crazy anyway, and the last thing I wanted to do, but the first thing I needed to do during second block, was locate an MIA student. To make a long story short, I ran the building, reported him to the office, they called him, we found him, and I had to contact his regular teacher to let her know we had. I went back into the library--all frazzled because of the student and because of money concerns and because of a home study time snafu and...--and tried to call his teacher. I emphasize "tried" because, once I picked up the phone and started to dial, I could get no dialer tones. I pushed the "1" and no beep greeted me. I pushed it again. Nothing. Again and again I pushed it, but nothing happened.

I decided I'd lost my connection, so I hung up the phone, picked it up, and tried again. And again. And again. For about 20 seconds I tried this. It took that long for me to look down and figure out that I was trying to dial the phone with my computer keyboard number pad. Once I had the right number pad, I made the call with no difficulties whatsoever--unless you count trying to keep composure worthy of a concerned teacher while you're nearly ready to burst at your own stupidity.

Another thing:

I drive my car until the gas gauge is past empty. OK, not really. I just let it touch empty sometimes before I get gas--especially when it is rainy and cold like it has been this week and I know that better weather is coming. So this afternoon my husband has to move my car up under the carport. Brett sees him get into the car and says, "Dad is going to pee his pants when he sees your gas tank is so low. He's going to say, 'Do you know your gas is almost gone?'" In a couple moments, Brian walked in the door and said, "Do you know your gas--?" I don't know the rest because Brett and I were laughing so hard I couldn't hear him except when he said, "Yeah, it's funny now, but..."

My ribs hurt tonight.