The Terrible, Horrible, (Almost) No Good, Very Bad Day
"I went to bed with gum in my mouth, and now there's gum in my hair."
Okay, well, that's not true of me, but that's how the book of the same title begins (the same title, that is, minus the (almost).)
Anyway, Monday was a crappy day. Aside from it being a MONDAY, I had to go out of town. Upon leaving town, I noticed that my rear passenger tire was slightly lower than normal, but I thought that it could have been the position in which I was parked, or that it was losing air slowly. So I left. About 5 miles out of town, when I got up to speed, I noticed the car shaking ni a way that it normally didn't. Called husband. Husband figured there was a balance problem and told me to have it looked at when I got back into town. No problemo.
Got to where I needed to be (107 miles from Fargo) and on my way home, I stopped about 40 miles out of Fargo for a bathroom break and re-checked the tire: no change - still slightly low.
About 25-30 minutes later, there it was; the unmistakable "thwapthwapthwapthwap" of a flat tire.
So I pull over.
Now this is where it becomes unfortunate: Husband is out of town hunting that particular day.
So, I call Brother in Law, and luckily, he leaps into action like a chivalrous knight! YAY! He comes to change my tire, we discover that my tire is beyond repair, and I go about my merry way back home.
My night still has the possibility of being a good one: I am about to go to my friend's house for our regular Monday knitting activities and to watch the end of the second part of Anne of Green Gables. However, my indigestion kicks in, and I spend most of the evening in varying levels of gastrointestinal discomfort.
Then, it happens. I leave the lovely nest of Erin, where we watched Anne and Gilbert fall in love, and it happens. Emergency bathroom break needed. I'd only pulled away from the curb, when it hit. I didn't think I was going to make it! I drove at least 2 miles, maybe 3, to (thank you Jesus) the cleanest gas station bathroom I've ever encountered in my life.
I go home, a little shakily, and crawl into bed, hoping the episode is over. But, alas, it is not. (I'll leave the beautiful details to your imagination).
I stayed home from work on Tuesday for most of the day.
It's been a crazy week.
BUT! I'm hosting a Lia Sophia jewlery party tonight, where I am going to obtain some lovely pieces of jewlery for a great discount due to hostess status. There is a light...
And, I'm reading a good book right now: Girls Gone Mild, by Wendy Shalit. I started reading this book the first week of August. Somehow I'm still not done. Anyway..
I shall sign off. It is nearly time to go home. I've gotten a lot accomplished today, or so it seems. This is good.
Here's to quiet intestines.
Okay, well, that's not true of me, but that's how the book of the same title begins (the same title, that is, minus the (almost).)
Anyway, Monday was a crappy day. Aside from it being a MONDAY, I had to go out of town. Upon leaving town, I noticed that my rear passenger tire was slightly lower than normal, but I thought that it could have been the position in which I was parked, or that it was losing air slowly. So I left. About 5 miles out of town, when I got up to speed, I noticed the car shaking ni a way that it normally didn't. Called husband. Husband figured there was a balance problem and told me to have it looked at when I got back into town. No problemo.
Got to where I needed to be (107 miles from Fargo) and on my way home, I stopped about 40 miles out of Fargo for a bathroom break and re-checked the tire: no change - still slightly low.
About 25-30 minutes later, there it was; the unmistakable "thwapthwapthwapthwap" of a flat tire.
So I pull over.
Now this is where it becomes unfortunate: Husband is out of town hunting that particular day.
So, I call Brother in Law, and luckily, he leaps into action like a chivalrous knight! YAY! He comes to change my tire, we discover that my tire is beyond repair, and I go about my merry way back home.
My night still has the possibility of being a good one: I am about to go to my friend's house for our regular Monday knitting activities and to watch the end of the second part of Anne of Green Gables. However, my indigestion kicks in, and I spend most of the evening in varying levels of gastrointestinal discomfort.
Then, it happens. I leave the lovely nest of Erin, where we watched Anne and Gilbert fall in love, and it happens. Emergency bathroom break needed. I'd only pulled away from the curb, when it hit. I didn't think I was going to make it! I drove at least 2 miles, maybe 3, to (thank you Jesus) the cleanest gas station bathroom I've ever encountered in my life.
I go home, a little shakily, and crawl into bed, hoping the episode is over. But, alas, it is not. (I'll leave the beautiful details to your imagination).
I stayed home from work on Tuesday for most of the day.
It's been a crazy week.
BUT! I'm hosting a Lia Sophia jewlery party tonight, where I am going to obtain some lovely pieces of jewlery for a great discount due to hostess status. There is a light...
And, I'm reading a good book right now: Girls Gone Mild, by Wendy Shalit. I started reading this book the first week of August. Somehow I'm still not done. Anyway..
I shall sign off. It is nearly time to go home. I've gotten a lot accomplished today, or so it seems. This is good.
Here's to quiet intestines.
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