1. my car only gets it's oil changed approximately every 15,000 miles because it's german. and i guess that's just how they roll.
but it's not ever exactly 15,000 miles.
the car has to decide when it's ready, and if you take it in before it's ready, they won't change the oil.
anyway.
i totally lost track.
and now.
the "miles left until you need an oil change" reads -25 miles.
that can't be good.
2. the smoke detector battery is going dead.
james is asleep.
the smoke detector is on the ceiling, which is too high up for me to reach.
the chirping noise is getting to me.
in a big way.
obviously, i can't sleep.
[and obviously james sleeps like a rock.]
3. james and i got in a "fight" tonight.
i wanted him to go get food with me even though it was past 11:00 & i know he has to wake up early for work & i know he probably didn't get a lot of sleep this weekend since he was with his friends in the city all weekend & i also know how exhausted i usually get after driving home from the city. the point of the run on sentence is that i know it was late, and he was tired.
but.
i hadn't eaten all day aside from a frappuccino, a handful of popcorn, and about 6 raviolis that weren't worth eating.
ok. so i had eaten. a bit. but i was hungry. very hungry.
and therefore very grumpy.
and i'm scared that my car will hate me if i drive it any place other than directly to the dealership for its oil change the next time i get inside it.
so he's laying in his bed, and i go down and ask him again if he's sure he doesn't want to take me to get food... he says no. and adds that if i was really, truly hungry i could find something here to eat.
i slam the dog gate on my way upstairs. [nice one, amy.]
he comes up, with his shoes on and his car key in hand and yells "let's go!"
and i refuse.
because i am stubborn.
stubborn.
stubborn.
stubborn.
so.
5 hours later... i'm sitting here hungry, with the stupid smoke detector chirping, unable to fall asleep.
because i am stubborn.
stubborn.
stubborn.
stubborn.
grr.
what the heck is my deal.
i have to think of something nice to do for him tomorrow...


1 comment:
amy, I so love you. :) Thanks for the good laughs- from one stubborn girl to another.
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