Out with the new, in with the old!
Eh.
Everything old is new again?
Hmph.
Look, I tried. I thought what was killing my mojo was feeling haunted by nosy old busybodies so I started a fresh blog. Turns out – fresh starts are overrated and overwhelming. I couldn’t pull off the consistency of posting to establish myself. So here I am again.
Mary Engelbreit says “Wherever You Go, There You Are.”
She’s right.
Of course, she also says crazy stuff like “Life is just a chair of bowlies”. Um...what does that even mean?
I’m pretty sure we can all agree that Forrest Gump is far more accurate in his statement that “Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates”…..until you try! And that’s what I did. I tried. And now I’m baaa-aaack.
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So who’s ready for Christmas? I’m not – at least not in the sense of getting the gift part accomplished.
I started getting into the spirit about Thanksgiving time and started making some stockings. Cute & easy peasy. Well, easy peasy except for the one with “the toe”. That one made me cuss & rip seams. Even so, holiday cheer was starting to seep into my psyche.
And then the stupid car threw a hissy fit. It’s all my fault.
You know how they say not to say certain things out loud because giving voice to them pretty much activates it? (Think: Wonder Twins) Well, there was this one day that gas had gone down to $3.09/gallon (dirt cheap in there here parts) so, being the very grown up person that I am (shut it), I decided to fill ol’ Miss Daisy all the way up.
As I was pulling away from the gas station my dashboard was telling me I had 396 miles to go until empty. First I was all, “HOLLA! I can get back & forth to work all week without any gas pitt-stops, go me!” And then I was all, “watch this thing break on a full tank”. And then it did! That bitch broke.
Well, not like right there dead in its tracks or anything. I mean, made it the 25 miles to work, pulled into my usual spot, turned it off, and then it broke. I sat and watched a cloud of smoke (or steam, whatever) billow from under the hood. You’d a though Snoop Dogg was up under therrre!
I cried and called Craig and got mad at him, as per The Wife how-to manual.
· Me: *sob* The car is *sob* broke.
· Him: I can’t hear you.
· Me: *sob* The car is *sob* BROKE!
· Him: I still didn’t hear you, you’re breaking up, are you...
~CLICK~
· Me: *The clicking was me. I hung up on him. Oh come on! He couldn’t hear me, what was I supposed to do?*
He called me back but I didn’t answer. What if I had been stranded on the side of the road somewhere? Hello, I needed him to be worried!! So I waited until the 3rd ring of his 2nd phone call - and then I answered. It's all about timing people.
· Me: *SOB!* HELLO! CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
· Him: Yes, calm down, whats wrong?
· Me: Are you SURE you can hear me? Because I don’t have all day for you to go get a hearing aid…
· Him: I can hear you, what is wrong?
· Me: The car is broke. There’s all this smoke wafting out from under the hoo-oood *sob*…
· Him: Is it smoke or is it steam?
· Me: How am I supposed to know? It’s like I’m sitting to close to the stage at a KISS concert and I’m scared shooting flames are up next! What if it EXPLODES?
· Him: It’s not going to explode.
· Me: It might. You don’t know. I filled it all. the. way. full of gas this morning.
· Him: It won’t explode.
· Me: You are gonna feel so bad if it does.
· Him: Go inside, I will see you in a little while.
Later in the day he arrived with his tool bucket. That's right, tool (old 5 gallon paint) bucket.
He has a tool box.
He brought his tool bucket.
But I can’t pick on his in good conscience at this point because the man is like House, M.D. when it comes to diagnosing cars. Pure genius. He figured out what I needed to do to make it to work & home all week until he could do the major repair that weekend. I knew he could do it!
Now if only I could find a way to speak a million bucks into my bank account….
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