HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME and Materialistic, Attitudey, Ungrateful Cars.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME...HAPPY BIRTHDAY...you get the picture...

Okay, so its not my birthday. My birthday was yesterday but I forgot. Oops. Why anyone in their right mind would still acknowledge their birthday when they get to my age - I'll never know. But hey - who ever said I was in my right mind??

I blogged before that I was using my blog as my Psychology Journal so sometimes I'm just bloggin' about my day...

...LIKE TODAY...

...now I know what it is like to be stranded, at 7am, in my jammies, without my wallet, on the side of the road, because that is as far as I could coast, when my new car, who is apparently all materialistic and obviously NOT a morning-person morning-car, refuses to accept nice comments and bi-weekly washes, to get me safely to my destinations. You would think it would be happy with all that. Right? WRONG. My car wants gasoline too! Can you believe this shit? Some cars just are never happy. So, after my son HAD to walk the rest of the way to school - even though he suffers from the surprisingly contagious "my legs are broken and I can't walk to school but I have no problem walking to my friend's house" syndrome...and yes, he miraculously made it to school, after my daughter had to come rescue me with my debit card that wouldn't work (and there WAS money in there - I'm telling the TRUTH!) and then after my Mommy had to come rescue me with HER debit card (hers worked) - I finally made it back home, 2 hours later, from my whopping .5 mile destination. And all this WITHOUT coffee. And how was YOUR morning??