Disasterous miracles!

Hello my lovies,
This week has felt like a curse! Let me just list some of the freak things that happened to me this week.

1. The day before yesterday I was in the car and B handed me my smoke and I wasn't paying attention so I just stuck it to my mouth without looking and suddenly though...That feels different. Then while my top and bottom lip was searing, I realized I had the damn thing in backwards, cherry to lips! I jerked it away and gasped, holding my hand over my gaped open mouth. Eyes huge, I stared without a word at B. He asked what was wrong and I couldn't even bring myself to tell him! He said "Did you just put the cig. in backwards?!" Then we spent the next 10 minutes wiping ashes from my lips and staring at the huge blisters on them in bi-lo parking lot. 

2. The day after that (yesterday) the 2 year old baby girl had came back. She had been with her mom for a few weeks and we were so excited to have her back we gave her one of her Christmas gifts to open. I stopped in the middle of straightening my hair to join the excitement of taking pics and watching her open it. I laid the flat iron in my lap and felt it burn my leg. With my camera in my hand I ONCE AGAIN, did not look at the hot item (430 degress to be exact) and I grabbed it with my hand to move it... Right by the damn plates! So once again, I was burned due to my not looking.  As if the cig burn the night before wasn't painful enough.

I yelled a nasty word and slung the iron down and looked up and B with the same "holy shit I'm dying" big eyeballs. He said "Oh my God! You just burned yourself on that stupid iron didn't you?" Lol He always knows. All I could say this time was "F***, F***,F*** IT HURTS! Oh my God! Oh my God! WhatamIgonnado?! I just repeated those words over and over through blistered lips while clenching my blistered hand. He ran for some toothpaste (it helps burns, ya know?) and I was crying, sobbing, snot everywhere, yelling! It was bad! The precious, precious angel 2 year old put down her gift and bent down to kiss my hand! :) It was so sweet it almost stopped hurting.

Then she watched closely as B plopped toothpaste all over my burns and then made me wear this huge plastic glove, tied to my wrist with a rubber band to keep it on and keep the toothpaste from making a mess. Lol. The baby said "What's that for?"  I said, "It's kind of like a bracelet, ain't it pretty?" Didn't know what to really say. She said "Yes! Yes!" Ha. Ha. So at least she knows when to lie. :)

3. About 2 hours later, while holding the baby, the blister busted and bled and leaked nasties. 

4. We lost the keys to my car after losing one last month in FLA. and having a new one remade. Well, it got lost today! We've had 4 made! My mom keeps one for emergencies, B keeps one (when he isn't losing them Lol) and I keep one and my dad does. Thankfully, I had an extra at home! Lol. 

5. 9PM. Driving down the road in B's work truck to go get my car since we finally found a key... He dropped his cig. while driving. He opened the door and kicked it out and apparently kicked out an ENTIRE, un-opened pack of cigs! We go to get a smoke and guess what? Where the hell are they? Then a miracle happened and he realized that MUST have been what he kicked out with the lit cig down the road. While we're leaving his dad's house to go out to eat he realizes his debit card is gone. We were already headed down our road for the search of the kicked out, un-opened smokes. We found them in the middle of the road about 2 blocks from my house. He stopped, got out and I prayed they weren't ran over. Another miracle. They weren't ran over. Lol. So we had our cigs, had the car, the key and all, but no debit card. Thankfully, we were only 2 blocks from home so we went back and got it. 

6. Number 5 wasn't exactly disasterous, but certainly nerve-wracking. Well after getting the debit card and going by the post office to see if his key to my car was in the parking lot... wait, get this: he actually lost his keys at the post office when he found a blank check in the parking lot and went to find the owner to return it. THAT is how the keys turned up gone! WTF!? He thought some kids playing out there got them or they dropped. No, he did not find the key. So we had left the post office about 9:45PM and was headed to take a friend some smokes (she's disabled). I sat in the car playing with my Kindle and realized there's greasy damn finger prints. Not terrible, but still. 

We left the friend's house and were finally on our way to eat. We passed a police officer. I thought nothing of it since I assumed it was the one we are friend's with on duty. He pulled out the second we passed him. We have one headlight out because no auto store sells the clip to hold the bulb in my crazy car. I also don't put the sticker on my tag because, well, it's too much trouble so I just keep it in  the dash. 

We knew we were getting pulled over. Then we made it to the restaraunt and I let out a sigh of relief. Whew! He's not pulling us over afterall. Wrong. Blue lights. Then my heart was racing. Did I mention, when B lost the second key to my car in FLA he also lost his ENTIRE wallet with money, license and all there too? While out looking for IT in FLA, 2 freak men tried jumping in my backseat, but that's a story for another day. So the officer comes to the window. I already had my registration stuff ready and B was driving. B, with zero license. Mine are expired! Lol. I'm telling you, we're not organized right now. So he takes the papers tells us not only do we have a headlight out and no sticker on the tag, but the damn tag light's out too! I didn't know about that one though, swear. 

He asked for B's license. He told him the story and explained that another officer whom we know had pulled us over a month ago about the light, we explained there's no clip, he let us go. This officer asks for B's full name and he gives it to him along with his memorized license number. 10 minutes later he finally comes back and says "spell you're name again for me. I can't pull you up." He spells it, gives his license no and officer leaves. Of course his blue lights are still going.

20 minutes later he comes back. By this time, I'm paniced because I dreamed I went to jail lastnight, I'm freezing and B had been bent over outside the car searching for some plug thingy to see if it'd help with the light. Well, this probably looked like he was stashing our drugs, but officer didn't seem suspicious. He laughed about our situation and let us go. WHEW! Several disasters lately, but they all turned out to be miraculous! Lol.

The End. Maybe the rest of the week will be calm so I can restrain from having a nervous freaking breakdown!