cars. ugggggghh. cars.

Remember how I said there is nothing worse than car trouble?

Well, all it takes is some even worse news on my car to make me have a breakdown about my entire life.

Ugh.

what did you do at work today?

I started my work day by crawling.. CRAWLING on all fours over a snow pile to get into my office building. I wish this was a joke. Oh, and I was carrying a cake too. Do you ever wonder how I get myself into these situations Reader?

Shortly after I was struggling on all fours on a heap of snow, I found myself quietly whimpering at my desk with wet knees, pink hands and a face plasterd with snow flakes and shame.

Besides crawling over snow piles, I got 18 free dollars at work today. However, I'm not going to share how because you will think I am a terrible human being and say I'm going to Hell on a rocket. I didn't steal or hold anyone at gun point or anything, let's just say... there was a misunderstanding with said cake. My first thought when I got the 18 bucks wasn't to buy lunch (even though my stomach was yelling at me), early Christmas presents, or 18 jr. bacon cheeseburgers. My first thought was to lay out the 3 five dollar bills and and 3 one dollar bills and roll around... roll around and laugh evily. You do that when you have a lot of money, right?

have you ever had a morning where you want to hit 'reset' on your life console?

Have you ever had one of those days, where somehow everything goes completely wrong in the morning? Hair, make-up, outfit, getting out the door without catching on fire or breaking a bone? This rarely happens to me. It used to happen to me too often for comfort, but I made myself get better and planning ahead and it works. And oh my, does it work.

Well, last night I took the time to plan an outfit, including accesories, shoes, blah blah blah. So I must say it honestly blew my mind for how awful everything turned out. First off, my hair. I tried to make it wavy. Key work: tried. It shouldn't be a challenge since it's naturally wavy, right? Wrong. SO, so wrong. It looks like I put in curlers the size of my pinky and someone splashed it with a squirt gun and now it's drying on it's own. Sooooooooo much frizz. Well cheers to sloppy/messy/disasterous/unflattering outfits and hair do's (more like hair don'ts) right?

When me and roommate get bored, we go to Smith's. However, last night we branched out and went to Smith's Marketplace. It was quite the ridiculous trip. Let's just say it started with 4 bags of 78 cent pop cicles and it ended with us buying mustaches out of the quarter machine that later was stuck onto our wall. We were sad Steve had to miss out on the festivites at Smith's. We have his Summer anatomy class to thank for that. Great way to start the holiday weekend.