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Why you should run around the house in your underwear.

Yesterday was a pretty weird day. I had to wake up early to go get some cash register training at work because they're updating the system and bla bla. So I woke up earlier than I have all summer and headed over to work. My sister was taking her driving test so I had to take my mom's huge car which scares me to death to drive. Funny thing about her car. It has one of those little clicker remote things to unlock it. The remotes are broken though so you can't unlock it. You'd think you could just stick the key in the door and unlock it like back in the olden days, but no. That sets the car alarm off. So I got to set the alarm off early in the morning yesterday and at work when I left. It was embarrassing.

 When I got there I was five minutes late and all the doors were locked. So I banged on the windows for a good five minutes before calling the store. When someone answered I said ever so nicely, Hey, I'm locked out and I need to get in. Except I said the wrong manager name and was uber embarrassed when the one who already doesn't like me unlocked the door for me. I walked over to the cash register and started the training.

 Considering the fact that they haven't scheduled me to work in over two weeks and every time I call to cover a shift they're like, yo, you can't cover this because you work in the back, it was a waste of time. Even with this new cash register training, I'm still not allowed to work the cash register. Sigh. So I was a little pissed about that and really tired. I went home and took a nap.

You know when you're only like half asleep and you hear people talking and you can't tell if they're talking or it's a dream? Yeah, so my sister got back from taking her driving test for her license and was talking all about it while I was asleep so I'm still a little confused on what actually happened. She passed though and has her license. I don't know how I feel about this. I woke up and she was going through my keychain getting my car key off and then she left. Everyone else had left while I was asleep so I was home all alone. With no keys for any car. I felt trapped. I didn't like the feeling of not being able to go somewhere if I wanted to!

So I was home alone. And no one was going to be coming back for a couple hours. So I did what any person would do. I ran around the house in my underwear. It was very liberating. And fun. I suggest you try it sometime. It put me in a much better mood and now I can say I've done that. Ok, you caught me, I've done this many many times before. It's just so fun!

Sorry this post doesn't have any pictures. But considering the title, that would be very inappropriate. ;)
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  1. jes @ twosmuppiesJune 30, 2012 at 7:24 AM

    running around in your underwear is tons of fun... until you realize your blinds are open and the neighbors are eating breakfast? not that thats happened to me before or anything ;)

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  2. KyleeJune 30, 2012 at 9:08 AM

    Hahaha! Hey, if they're the ones looking in your window that's their problem!

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