It's Tuesday, and yeah - the clouds have all but cleared out and the blue sky is proudly showing off. Today started off as a day of good intentions. (don't all days start off like that)
The house was full last night as was the garage and driveway. The daughter drove her new wheels (all two of them) to work today. She must have been a little excited because she left her crv parked in the driveway behind my driving vehicle today. Poor me, I'm stuck driving my silver bullet for the week. Seems the Hyundi has an oil leak so Patrick is borrowing my crv. Luckily I caught Patrick before he left for work, and I was able to have "Messy" Wee moved before I got stuck. (i know, learn to drive a standard and my problems would be solved...) Why is that my problem?
Made a visit to my Chapters store to work on cards. Took one look at the mess they had made of my cards, and after some deep breathing exercises, I was able to get over the "mess" and get some work done. Met up with my massage therapist/psych therapist and told her my current employment news. She was so thrilled and excited for me. She went on to explain, how well my psychic was going to be from this day forward. There is a reason we surround good people around us.
A short visit with Holly and I skipped over to Safeways for a few groceries - because it is 10% Tuesday. I saved over $26 dollars which will give you an idea on how many groceries I purchased. Ooops, I forgot which vehicle I was driving. There would be no roof coming down on this trip home.
What a nice change to be home before 1:00. I could really get used to this. Got the groceries put away and was thinking about a short nap/sit outside when I cell phone rings. It's the son. I brace myself thinking he has had another cluster headache. But nope, he's broke my car. Let me back up. He calls me and asks if there are baby locks on my car. I say yes and explain how to take the locks off. While I am explaining, he' at the passenger door, in the front. Oh I see he says. Then he closes the door and it won't stay shut. I get the details from his and explain, there are only baby locks on the two back doors. Ohhhhh.... Turns out he doesn't want the actual baby locks for the door, but for the windows. Well that just needs the car turned on, and a button pushed by the steering wheel. Too late, the passenger door will now not close. I am so frustrated I tell him to drive it to Honda and get it fixed, but as soon as I hang up, I change my mind. I phone him and tell him to bring the car home, and we should be able to fix it.. So Patrick attaches a string to the door and tugs on it so the door doesn't go flying open while he is driving. To make this story a little shorter, Patrick and I both figure out how to fix the door (it was much simpler than we both anticipated, but google did help.
I guess this problem should be unavoidable in the future. There will be no reason to put on the door baby locks or the window baby locks, because I won't be driving little ones. I do need to get out and clean my back seat though. There are lots of tiny foot prints on the back seat and the front seats. Its funny how people trust you with their children one day..... and then the next day,those people don't trust you at all, with anything. Morale : is it the trust that's been lost; or has anger and ego overwhelmed the brain."
Off to finish changing beds.
Stacey
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