One of Those Days

Did you ever have one of those days where you just should have gone back to bed and never gotten out? The two steps forward one step back day? The I am a blood clot in the artery of life day? Yeah, me too.

So I've been moping around the house for a couple of days now. Last night I finally decided it was time to take a shower and brush my teeth. I went over to Mr. Stonecold's to hang out. He was wonderful. He held me, he let me be goofy and childish and emotional. He has been so supportive through the last week it's kind of shocking. He kept me up till almost 3, but I needed it.

So anyway, this morning I woke up early and had plans to go get tabs for my car. But the DMV didn't open until 10. So I drank some coffee, and decided to go back to bed for a while (I was tired). Next thing I knew it was noon and the people I had planned to hang out with this afternoon were calling and wondering where I was.

Didn't make it to that. Decided to sit down and blog instead. Spent 30 minutes crafting a brilliant and witty blog that was lost when my IE decided it wanted to perform an illegal function and shut down.

So I head down to the DMV instead, apparently with the rest of the free world. I was number 57. They were on number 14 when I got there. They really need a bar at the DMV. It would make the line so much easier to take. Or maybe a smoking room. Or cock fighting. ANYTHING other than the smelly sweaty guy sitting next to me trying to get his boat registered for tomorrow.

I did get the tabs for the car. At 3:30. Yeah. Day pretty much shot, right? NO. In true over achiever fashion, that wasn't it. I had to keep going.

So there was a little work left to be done on the car before I could take it out. I puttered around for a bit, hopped in, cruised around the neighborhood, came back and parked it to check all the fluids and stuff. Crawled under the car and the protection plate for the transmission shaft that I had just put on there last week was missing again. MISSING!!! Like I can just run down to Wal-mart and pick one up. DAMN DAMN DOUBLE DAMN.

So I had to fabricate a protection plate. Not that big of deal, except I didn't have a pair of wire snips that would cut through the sheet metal I had in the garage. Down to the hardware store I go. It is now 5:30.

Fabricated the plate. Put it on. Screwed it on extra tight this time. Got ready to jump in the car and go cruise, and realized it was WAY too dirty to drive. I know, I'm a girl.

So I had to wash the car. While I was washing the car every penis between the age of 12 and 68 had to come out of their house and ask if I would wash their car when I was done washing my husband's. IT'S NOT MY HUSBAND'S CAR!!! I DON'T HAVE A HUSBAND! A penis is not a prerequisite to drive a bad ass car. Twits. Oh yea, and I won't wash your car.

So, 7:00, car washed. Car titled. Car ready to roll. Jump in the car, cruise down the road, decide I should play it safe so I don't go far. Get up the road, decide I need to pee, shut off the car, go inside, came back out and...yup...you guessed it. Wouldn't start. Battery decided it wanted to die in the McDonalds parking lot.

I sat there for a minute contemplating the best way to kill myself with battery cables, when I noticed a big ass truck pull up next to me. The guy hopped out, ran in, and came back out pretty quick. Must have had the same "gotta pee" mentality.

I asked him for a jump. He had cables. My car started. I drove directly to the liquor store, and then home.

And here I am. I needed a drink after the day I had.

All in all though it could be worse. I'm thankful for the people in my life. I'm thankful for my kick ass car that was the source of all my stress for the day. I'm thankful that the petty mundane things that went wrong today are the things that stressed me out. I didn't have to forage for food. I didn't have to fight for my life. I didn't have to seek out shelter to drink my G&T. I don't have it that bad. But sometimes you just have one of those days.