Competing for a spot in the Special Olympics....

If you've ever doubted that I am true blonde, you will be happy to know that I locked myself out of my apartment for the second time this month. It's a wonder I can dress myself in the mornings....

As soon as I was on my street going to work I realized what I had done..and then two seconds later I bumped into my landlord, but I didn't want to tell him because he already thinks I am an idiot, and I'm pretty sure he heard me get home at 4:30 this morning as well.... so I got to work and dreaded coming home all day, while trying to bribe my friends to go knock on my landlord's door and see if they would open the door for them so they could innocently grab my keys...(I'm such a loser)....when that didn't work I had to swallow my pride and knock on their door tonight...after standing in the entrance way for about 5 minutes, trying to unlock the door with my super powers (turns out I have none), I broke down and knocked.

My landlady gave me that "poor stupid foreigner" look and let me in. About five minutes later she knocked on my door with a bag full of persimmons, and if you remember last time I did it I got a platter full of grapes and apples. At first I thought it was a kind gesture, now I think they just probably figure I am not capable of buying groceries on my own...