.why don't you blog about it?

I shannon, have a deep problem with buttons/technology. The furries <--- say so.
I didn't set off the alarm today (yet, it's only noon). So I excitedly have planned a lovely dinner for Alton when he gets home from work, since my aunt won't be home to cook. Beets, scalloped potatoes, cabbage, and tabouli salad. As I joked to Rick, it's "Irish peasant with a touch of lebanese".
Except that I couldn't find the car keys. They weren't on the counter. After a spirited search, I called my uncle, who promised to come in an hour and drop off the spare pair. Five seconds after I hung up the phone, I found the keys. In my pocket. Now don't I look foolish.
So, after I called him to cancel his emergency key drop (blush) I go out to the truck with great intentions of going to the store and picking up bulgur.
But the button to open the truck door won't work. It beeped at me malevolently, but the little lock won't open. So, I start cussing like a sailor, quietly so the neighbours wouldn't hear. I've been reading too much Tom Robbins, so I though of hitchhiking into town. Wimped out at the prospect of rape and rain.
My aunt Sandra calls. "Well, didja find the keys?"
"Yup, they were in my pocket"
"....oh, good."
"I can't make the button thingy work! I'm pressing the little grey button like you said and it's just beeping at me!"
"Did you hold the button down for 5 seconds?"
(blush)"Nope." So, problem solved, though my aunt wisely made me unlock the door while she was on the phone. Well, now I have two hours before dinner needs to be on, so I'll just run to the store. Hopefully won't hit a tree. There's lots of them here.