My Morning

Last night, the Hubs, N and I got back from a fabulous mini-break visiting Lust and Mr. Lust down in Charleston, South Carolina. We did it all. Shopping, ghost tour, history lessons, sunshine and beach time, good bars, good restaurants, and of course, great friends. N was a little angel, and was so easy going for the whole trip, including both legs of the 7 hour drive.

Now, today is Monday, and it's back to real life.

Our mini-break was awesome, and we had such a good time. I had quite the jolt back to real life this morning.

I had to take my little beat-up commuter car to the service station up the block this morning. It's been making this funny whirring noise. So, I drive up to the service station, and head on inside and explain that the car needs and oil change, and they needed to check out the whirring when it reaches 35 mph, etc. Of course I sound like an airhead as I am explaining this to the guy, I have a thousand bags on my shoulders like a damn bag lady, and the walk across the gravelly parking lot in heels is exhausting. 

Whatever. He takes my keys, and I strut out the opposite entrance, because that is where the Hubs is waiting, so he can drop me at work.

I smooth down the back of my skirt so I can sit down in the passenger seat of the Hubs car.

And I realize my hand is now in direct contact with my ass.

And I realize that the seam of my dress has split the entire way up my backside.

And my ass has been hanging out since I walked out of the service station.

Awesome.

I get to the car and explain my wardrobe malfunction to the Hubs, who thinks I am just insecure in my outfit and exaggeration. I tell him I need to go home and change. He says I don't need to change, I look fine.

I slowly stand up and carefully show him the exposed goods.

He thinks I need to go home and change.

Duh.

So this is how I was brought back to reality ALL TOO QUICKLY before 8 am this morning.

After all that, I better get a good deal on whatever work I need done with the car, that's all I am gonna say.