I am achingly tired right now. Trying to get ready for this almost dreaded trip has been exhausting and I still have to go have new tires put on. I would have gotten tires earlier if my boyfriend had been paying attention to me when we had this conversation last week:
"My tires were sliding all over the place today. Like three times today and I wasn't going that fast."
-me in slightly worried voice
"You mean because the roads are slippery cause it just rained?"
-him in overly sarcastic supposed to make me feel little and stupid voice
But that's not new because every time I try to point out something that is wrong with my cars before they become full blown problems, I get ignored. It's a little frustrating. Which is why I've decided that no longer will I be dependent on male TLC: I will learn to fix my car myself. Oh yeah I said it. Emily is going to get her hands dirty.
In the more near future though I am tired from trudging up and down the street to the car parts store because my guy doesn't like to plan ahead. Interestingly enough I sat on the ground for a few hours and watched the wild oil mess underneath the hood be tamed.
Desy and Tia will have to suffer a few more weeks without their new tri-level home, but my bags are packed and loaded and I am falling asleep as I type. Goodnight world. Hope I don't die on the I-5 tomorrow. Roadside funerals are not very chic.
Labels: Summer, traveling
