No big emotional post tonight, just a reflection on the fact that the universe does like to play mean tricks on occasion (& tonight, I'm the butt of the joke).
I say this because my oh-so-trusty (until now) car, Betsy, has begun to enter her "jalopy" phase & let's just say, it ain't so much fun. I'm sitting in my car, while the heavens weep above me (in sympathy?) and my car simply refuses to acknowledge she was running just fine 45 scant minutes ago.
Much like the infamous Zed, Betsy appears to be dead.....
This will at some point become a funny story I tell friends & coworkers but at the moment all I really want to do us throw a good ol'fashioned tantrum. I want to wail, moan, gnash my teeth & beat my breast as I cry out to the cruel, moist world around me.
Then I hear my mother's voice in my head telling me to stop being a drama queen & somehow manage to simply sit in my car with the windows fogging and not make a giant (childish) spectacle of myself.
I am lucky tho - I have an AMA membership that means I won't be stuck here forever (thanks Dad!!!). Sometime in the next 45mins, my liberator should appear & with any luck, he'll be a hot, single fella that falls madly in love with me (those romance novels have to be based on some sort of actual event, right?).
Maybe the universe is arranging a meet-cute of epic proportions....or more likely she's simply being a bitch...either way, it'll be a story to tell in the morning!
I say this because my oh-so-trusty (until now) car, Betsy, has begun to enter her "jalopy" phase & let's just say, it ain't so much fun. I'm sitting in my car, while the heavens weep above me (in sympathy?) and my car simply refuses to acknowledge she was running just fine 45 scant minutes ago.
Much like the infamous Zed, Betsy appears to be dead.....
This will at some point become a funny story I tell friends & coworkers but at the moment all I really want to do us throw a good ol'fashioned tantrum. I want to wail, moan, gnash my teeth & beat my breast as I cry out to the cruel, moist world around me.
Then I hear my mother's voice in my head telling me to stop being a drama queen & somehow manage to simply sit in my car with the windows fogging and not make a giant (childish) spectacle of myself.
I am lucky tho - I have an AMA membership that means I won't be stuck here forever (thanks Dad!!!). Sometime in the next 45mins, my liberator should appear & with any luck, he'll be a hot, single fella that falls madly in love with me (those romance novels have to be based on some sort of actual event, right?).
Maybe the universe is arranging a meet-cute of epic proportions....or more likely she's simply being a bitch...either way, it'll be a story to tell in the morning!
