Thursday, August 6, 2009

I did the checkbook

and concluded that we needed to stop spending money until payday.

Not an hour later I ran smack dab over a big hunk of diesel tire tread. It took off my front bumper and ripped the "air intake" box out from under my chassis. (Such a great word, chassis. Let's say it together. Ready?)

I got up this morning and stuffed a large load of wet clothing into our hand-me-down dryer. It decided to give up the ghost in a very dramatic and flowery fashion. It was like a death scene in a cheap film . . . it went on, and on, and on. Alright already. We get it. You're gone.



I applied my newly purchased cheap, water-proof mascara and later tried to remove it with my newly purchased, cheap eye-makeup remover. I had cheap written all over my face until I begged real eye-makeup remover off my friend.

Oh, and I got a run in my last pair of pantyhose.

Days like this are so overplayed.


4 comments:

Kim said...

Bummer!

Jess said...

Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. That's all I can say.

And, I can soooo hear ya!

Brooke and Jonny said...

Oh no, we had a day like this not too long ago. But just think tomorrow will be amazing compared to it! =)

Amy said...

You were wearing pantyhose in the summer? That alone deserves a medal. Sorry about the bad day.