When I got home tonight, I walked up to the front door of my house and pressed the "unlock" button on my car's remote opener on my keychain.
When nothing happened, I pressed it again. Still nothing, so I very intently aimed the remote at the doorknob, pressed the button firmly, and furrowed my brow for good measure.
Then I realized what I was doing.
Praise the Lord for the ability to laugh at ourselves, right? Life would just be too boring -- and miserable -- without it.
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2 comments:
So the fact that I had to read that entry twice before I realized what you had done...yeah...besides the point. Rough day?
And you laugh at me for getting old! Ha!
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