This morning I went to the Chiropractor again. This time it hurt a little bit, but it put my sublexation back in place and it really did the trick. I can now turn my head without any pulling in my shoulder blade. I'm a little sore, but it'll go away soon. One more follow up should do it, unless I continue to be stressed out at work.
In any case, I got up, threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt, put my hair in a ponytail and went on my way...or tried. I couldn't for the life of me find my keys. I never lose my keys. Never.
That's weird. Where could they be? My house is only 900 square feet. They can't be far...no where.
I did find them though:
Yup. That is my front door. And those are my keys. And that is where they slept. All night. Nice, huh? Luckily my car was still outside when I looked. That could have been bad. Very bad.
The way my door is positioned to the road is such that no one could really see the keys-except for Scary Boo. And he wouldn't chance having to actually talk to someone, of that I'm sure.
So, my peeps-
you're I'm lucky I'm still alive.
Go ahead. You can laugh at me.
Oh. And I don't really live in the ghetto.