crap! it's almost 3 a.m.

i am meeting BOSSY tomorrow! Oh wait, it's actually TODAY! WOO HOO!

I was seriously stressed today. I had great plans to go wash my car, get all the junk out of it (no small task), make dessert, do laundry, shower and straighten my hair. That was the list for today. Not a long one, i could easily get it done and still get a full twelve seven hours sleep.

i overslept.

then i had a 2 1/2 hour lunch/visit with Mimi & Jake.

then i went to Rachel's.

so, after I left Rachel's, I was close to the car wash i like, so i went there. when i was putting my money in, i heard a really loud clank that sounded like someone had dropped a metal pipe or something on the ground. I didn't really think anything of it. I just figured someone was getting beat with a tire iron. you know, no big deal.

anyway, i noticed my car was kind of hard to steer when i pulled into the car wash, but i figured it was because i was on the rail thingies.

but then, i pulled out of the car wash. and i couldn't steer. and my car was overheating.

fuck

so, i turned it off, popped the hood, and scratched my head like a monkey doing algebra carefully assessed the situation. this type of thing has happened before, and it was a broken idler pulley and belt. well, all the belts were intact and i had no clue what a damn idler pulley was the idler pulley seemed ok.

so, i did what any smart mechanic would do: i called my daddy. he came to my rescue on his white horse red harley. he looks under my hood, i start the car. he tells me to turn it off and proceeds to say "you've got serious shit goin on"

grrrrreat

turns out, i could steer it. i just had to use my whole body to turn the wheel. so we took it to my parents' house, where it proceeded to go to car hell heaven. turns out the crank shaft broke, went flying into the fan, and the fan punctured the 1 year old $800 radiator.

can i fuck up a car, or what?!

so then i started crying because it's one thing after another with that car and damnitt i'm supposed to meet bossy! oh, did i mention my mother's car is in the shop too? so that leaves one, two...oh no, just ONE car for THREE people. not. cool. Yeah, dad could ride the harley, but oh yeah, it's supposed to RAIN. I needed to leave for a moment and cuss calm my nerves, so i took my dad's truck and went home (where i fully intended to put on a load of laundry)

and i ended up sitting on the front porch talking to Neighbor for two hours.

and then neighbor said i could use her truck (because she has 2 vehicles).

and then i cried tears of joy and told Neighbor that yes, i would love to go to dinner and a movie and have a girls night (even though i had eleventy billion things to do).

so, we took the truck back to my parents' house, where we proceeded to sit outside and ooh and aah over neighbor's new car and talk for another hour and a half.

then we went to chillis.

then we went to a movie. and laughed our asses off. Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins is definitely worth a trip to the theater!

and then at 11:30 we came home. and made cupcakes. and got attacked by a giant grasshopper. i mean GIANT grasshopper. and laughed our asses off. and ate lots of chocolate batter. and now we both need to puke

so. now, i've just got to shower, straighten my hair, wash and dry a load of clothes, pack, wash neighbor's truck, make my special secret something and oh yeah SLEEP.

yet, i'm on the computer, blogging.

and there's another fucking grasshopper in my house. NOT COOL