Today is Monday, which means I’ll be seeing the Wedding Date in just four days if I don’t kill myself this afternoon.
It’s not that I’m planning to kill myself, it’s just that I’ll be driving my dad’s car to the studio for my evening classes for the first time and I have… issues with my dad’s car. It’s a stick shift and the intricacies of the manual transmission have been reducing me to tears since I was 17 year old.
(Remember Driving Miss Date-sy?)
My mother’s car, which is the car I usually take to work, is in the shop so my options for this evening were to either dump $70 on a Zipcar or to simply suck it up and take my dad’s car.
I’ve gone for Option B: suck it up. Which means I’ll probably spend the rest of the day hyperventilating and working our ways to avoid making left turns. It also means that I may or may not still be alive on Friday, which would be a real shame for many reasons, not least of which being that the Wedding Date and I are supposed to go hiking and I’m in charge of preparing our picnic lunch.
So cross your fingers (and accept my apologies for the lameness of today’s post; I was up till 2:00am working on a travel piece and am still getting over the cold I acquired while accompanying Date #7’s to his brother’s wedding last month).
Let the fun begin.
- T-Minus 2 Hours (katrichterwrites.wordpress.com)