I locked myself out of my apartment this morning. This is was just one of the many minor but frustrating inconveniences that has plagued my life for the last few days. It's making me want to do a google search for "how to make the bad juju go away."
It was about 7:40 this morning so I called Flo to make sure she was awake before I went and banged on her door to get a spare key. She was and she said to come on over. And now I feel it's important to send out a public service announcement to all my pals at Las Brisas. If you have to get a spare key from Flo at 7:40am, be prepared to see her in rollers and a Very Short Robe. I got more than an eyeful of 90-year-old leg.