Today, started out painful. Literally. I woke up extremely sore from yesterday’s deconstruction of the tool shed. So I…
Tumble outta bed
And I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch
And try to come to life
Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumpin’
Out on the street
The traffic starts jumpin’
The folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
I wish I just worked 9 to 5. Anyway, sorry for that moment of being sidetracked—that happens when I’m really, really tired.
I left the day job today at 12:30 to meet the husbear to going car “shopping”. We need to replace the Pontiac Grand Prix that has seen way, way better days (i.e., having the entire front-end replaced after I hit an ice patch and slid into a giant oak tree three months after we bought it; extreme hail damage during a tornado that actually caused enough damage to be totaled out; the husbear swerving to “miss a deer” and destroying the right side of the car after sliding down an embankment).
The husbear has been looking at vehicles for the last few months (going car “browsing” with his lesbian) and he pretty much decided he wanted a Toyota Prius due to good reputation over the last decade and great fuel economy as a hybrid. We headed down to the local Toyota dealership, and there it was on the showroom floor… the car my husbear wanted.
That had to be the best car purchasing experience I have ever been a part of. Ever. It didn’t hurt at all!
Now the husbear is giddy to be in his new car. He has named his Prius —”Lucy”. One big, homosexual guess as to why…
Oh, and my new glasses came in today…
What do you think? Do they make me look older? Should I really have been left unattended to pick out my own fashion?
Until next time...