Wheee!

This weekend I went to visit my friend Sonya in Tuscaloosa cause I really missed her. I left Saturday around 11am and right before noon before I hit the Trussville exit I hear "Bla-MOOT bla-MOOT rapparapparappa" I said "Shit" and pulled over, got out.. nope, no flat tires. I put on my hazards and made it to the exit where I stopped by Express Oil Change, explained my plight, and the guy found the problem in about 2.1 seconds. He directed me to WalMart on the hill because they have a tire/lube center. I thanked him, and prayed prayed prayed my way up the hill.

God is very patient, cause my prayer went something like this:

"Go, you fucking bastards! Can you see my hazard lights?! Let me the fuck over, moron! Oh God, please let me make it to WalMart. FUCKING FUCK! What the fuck?! Oh please please please thank you please let me make it through the parking lot, oh please GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU FUCKER!"

I made it behind WalMart to the tire center and a nice lady came out and told me it would be 4-5 hours. I tried not to balk, because it wasn't her fault. I said "Well I kinda have no choice. I'll wait." I went and got into line and ANOTHER really super great nice lady came out, looked at my tire, and gave me the bad news. I need new tires anyway, and badly. I bought two cause that's all they had in stock. I called Sonya from the floormat aisle and explained to her what happened.

God it was lonely. I have friends and family but it was really scary and I felt lonelier than I remember feeling in a long time. Sonya was so great, and she put her 13 month old in the car and drove the hour to Trussville WalMart to rescue me. I've never felt rescued before, but after an hour of walking around WalMart I was about to head to the sporting goods section to fashion a noose... I've never been happier to see anyone.

We went to Jim & Nick's and then shopping, where I spent too much money but it was for things I've wanted for a long time. Sonya and I checked on my car and it was just that second finished and the tire guy kept telling me he couldn't believe it held air as long as it did. He said it was horrible. I was thankful to the Lord but with no fuck-words this time. Sonya asked me to spend the night, so I drove to Tuscaloosa behind her. We put on pjs and then drove around campus, which was crazy and amazingly ginormous.

When we got back to her house we sat indian-style on her couch and went through her photo album and she told me many stories I shouldn't repeat on a public forum. We went to bed like teenagers, laying in bed in the dark and whispering secrets. We did that until 4:30am. It was kind of like therapy, and even though we only slept 4 hours before Drue woke us up (screaming GAAB GAAABA GAMM MAA GAAA) I was in a good mood. I hung out and then drove home, where I put my new slipcover on my couch and then proceeded to lay my ass down.

I watched Spanglish. It was good!

And then today at work, I got a dozen red roses from a client I've been working with for almost a month now. I don't know what I did that made him do that, but it really made my day. I'm leaving them on my desk so I can stare at them all day. I'll have to take a picture. They smell so pretty! Yaaay!