Sorry, let me be more specific.

Remember when I was making fun of Jenny for being stuck in an elevator?

Yeah, well, sometimes Karma sucks.

You see, on Saturday, Jenny and I were leaving the MomSelect suite, where we had done a couple spots on MomTV (more on that later in the week!), and we were parting ways for a short break before lunch. I dropped off Jenny and Andrea at the seventh floor and then I was headed down to the lobby. I was talking to Andy on the phone when I realized that instead of going down, the elevator had gone up to the 17th floor. After a minute or so, I realized that it wasn’t going back down. I pushed a couple other buttons to see if I could get it moving, but it wasn’t working. I wasn’t going anywhere.

So what was my first course of action? You might think I’d hit the elevator’s “call” button or something, but no, my first move was to call Jenny and say “I’m stuck in the elevator!” I couldn’t believe the irony, and I was cracking up. Jenny, of course, started panicking for me. “Press the call button! I’m going to call the front desk and I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby!” she said.

So I did press the button, but not before I sent a text to Amy, Shannan and Tricia that said “I am stuck in the elevator I shit you not. I am fine but you must tweet this irony!”

My girls did not disappoint and immediately the tweets started flying.

I was bored (why is there no wifi in the elevator? Come on!) so I started texting other people who I knew would find the situation humorous. My sister and I exchanged a few texts from the 17th floor:

Me: You are never going to believe this but I am stuck in an elevator.
Sister: No way. Can u call? Need me 2?
Me: Help on the way.
Sister: Good. Jenny w u?
Me: Thank God NO.
Sister: LOL

I could hear people outside the elevator trying to pry the doors open, but apparently they weren’t having a lot of luck. As they worked hard to free me, word of my situation was making its way around Twitterdom, and I got messages of concern from friends at home.

Concern… or hysterical laughter.

But finally, the doors opened, and two nice gentlemen helped me out of the elevator.

As I disembarked the elevator onto the 17th floor, who did I see but our friend George the Crocs Guy.

“George!” I said, breathlessly. “I just got stuck in the elevator!!!”

He looked at my quizzically and asked “Does that always happen to you guys?”

So then I got back on the elevator and went down to the lobby, where a crowd of concerned friends waited for me.

Jenny was a little happy to see me.

Tweets announcing my emancipation were sent, and Cortney, remembering Jenny’s reaction to her own elevator incident, asked the million dollar question.

My answer?