Stupid is as Stupid does....

Not to brag or anything but I rarely do really stupid things.  Anymore, I should say.  I know in my youth stupid things sometimes ruled my life but since I married Mr. Steady and matured to this ripe old age my stupidity factor as gone way down. 

Except for last week.  Busy on the roof, busy with graduation, busy with the last few days of school and busy with whatnot, I participated in 2 truely stupid thing.

1.  Thought I downloaded all of Dallin's graduation pictures off the camera into the correctly marked   folder, check.  Delete said pictures off of the camera card because Ken says I leave to many on and therefore create duplicates on the computer when they automatically download.  Feeling righteous, (a sure sign of my stupidity) I then go to upload all of the pictures of graduation, including the hour I spent trailing my son as he hugged, congratulated and posed with his friends, the appointed folder is             E-M-P-T-Y!!   AAAHHHHHHH!!!!  I have not felt that panicked in a very long time.  I got up and paced, fretted, cussed (sorry Mom) and then confessed only to Brenn.  So I spend the whole rest of the day searching and paying $30 for a program to recover data - I heard that it is never lost and Abbey (NCIS) recovers things all the time, isn't that what google is for?  So I did recover them, the resolution is not as good as usual but.....at least we have the pictures.  Did I mention that the Dentons didn't have their camera and I took pictures for them too?
2. Saturday I am up and running early so I can go to the store and pick up the last of the groceries Ken needs for his camp out and water, Gatorade and lots of ice for the workers on the roof.  In and out of the store, load groceries, 40 lbs of ice in the back seat of my truck, shut door, walk basket to collection place (see, righteous again) come back to truck to open door and get purse and keys out and yep - locked keys in truck.  We only have one set of keys because we misplaced the second set and are sure to find them anytime (2 yrs ago).  Call Ken, no help because of no keys at home, call my Dad - aren't dads great?  you can call at 7am and they will come to rescue you.  He has a slim jim but we cannot for the life of us unlock it.  I could unlock my VW bug with a coat hanger in about 30 seconds but apparently I am rusty.  Call the dealer.  He needs the truck to make a new key so he can program it, well that and $220 for a new key.  I explain the little problem and he tells me he can make a key that will just unlock the door but I need to bring my title.  Where is this dealer?  68th and McDowell.  For the record about 16 miles from my home.  So my Dad kindly takes me, I get said key for $7.50 and go to rescue the ice.  Key does not work.  Call dealer back.  Go back 16 miles and get 2 more keys he made that look identical to first key.  Pray.  Try one key, no go, try 2nd key - success.  My early start ends at 10:30am.  UUUGGHHHHH!!!

Let's just say I like the less stupid path!