i'm borrowing my mechanic's computer while he changes my oil, rotates my tires, and checks to make sure my car will make the 2,000+ miles journey to kansas city and back this weekend. my not quite 3 1/2 year old zx2 has better than 55,000 miles on it, and while i'm not really worried, i still have my fingers crossed that he doesn't find anything majorly wrong with it.
the title of this entry refers not to my beloved vehicle, but to the unfortunate ripping i heard as i squatted down to help one of my two-year olds in the bathroom. i have never been so glad to have two shirts with me- one wound up around my waist, lest small children wind up scarred for life at the site of my pale white butt.
ah, yes.....some moments remind me what a dork i really am. unfortunately, this dork has a "to do" list as long as my arm....the latest overnight babysitting gig starts tomorrow, and not only do i have to prepare for that, but i will drop off the younger child at school on my way out of town friday- a trip for which i still must pack. just a little motivation, there. but first, i must change these pants.
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