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I woke up at like, the crack of dawn (7:30am on Saturday is totally dawn) because of CONSTRUCTION in front of my house; they're building a new house on the little postage stamp lot across the street. FEH.

Mom was supposed to come here, drop off Christmas decorations and pick up some other stuff but called around 9 and asked me to go out there instead. So I go out, grumble at the construction, look at my car and what do I see?

FLAT TIRE.

Or, well, flattish. It didn't look flat, but it looked wrong. A couple weeks ago I scraped it against a curb really, really hard but it had looked fine, and now all of a sudden I could see the scrapes and it just looked not good. I got in the car, drove to Mom's, saw that the tire had gone pretty much completely flat on the drive, drove to the guy who does our tires, and got a good yelling at. 'What do you mean you took this on the highway! You've scraped it bald! Why the hell did you come all the way out here! Are you an idiot, girl?'

I couldn't tell him the whole truth which is 'Dear tire guy, I know you are friends with my parents and like 20 years older than me but you're fucking hot as hell in your wee Irish way and you have an awesome ass and the guys who work for you are total eye candy, I love you, I love you all, I love coming here!'

So I just said 'I trust you! You never screw up my car!' and he sighed and said, 'Well, I'm not trying to sell you anything, but if you take that tire on the highway again it's going to shred and you're going to have a blowout and die, so do you want a new one?' direct quote, so I said yes because I don't want to have a blow out and die, but he didn't have any of my tires. I have to go back next week. Until then, he gave me a used tire which would hold for months, if I wanted to drive in the winter with a wimpy tread, which I do not. No charge, either. He's totally in love with me. *hearts*.

And then I backed into his sweet little red convertible. *wince wince* According to him I didn't actually bump his car, but I am darn sure I did. No dents, dings, paint scratches, or even bends in the license plate though, because I was doing approximately .003 miles an hour as I attempted to maneuver their parking lot, so I am v. lucky.

Then I went to the liquor store and was accosted by some woman who apparently thought I looked like I knew what I was doing in the wine section when in reality, ha, and she kept trying to get me to help her pick a champagne. And then to the grocery store, which was a zoo full of wild animals who pushed and were rude and I hate former-hometown, and finally home again at like 2pm--

When I promptly screwed up the INCREDIBLY EASY little snacky treats that I am bringing to misspamela's house tonight. AND burned myself on the oven. AND made a gihugant mess.

And now I'm pretty much done with this weekend, the end. ;-)