I'm sorta with Jennifer on the balloons, but my "eek" is rubber gloves. And I occasionally have to wear them at work. I love the vinyl ones, but the rubber ones are just too, well....balloony.
Don't wash your car. Seriously. This is what happened to my eldest son's Jeep when he took it to a reputable (well, until this week) full service car wash. Seems Car Wash Dude thought it was cool to rev up the engine. Big time. In gear. One word: totaled. The blessing: nobody was hurt.And a three.
Remember the scene in Bruce Almighty when "God" Jim Carrey got all the email so fast he couldn't keep up? That's how I felt when
And a four.
Back to cars. Here's our repair list for the week: wheel bearings for Ron Burgundy's truck, my 4 wheel drive is down to 3, my remote to unlock doesn't work, the driver's window gets stuck in the down position (it was 17 degrees this am), I'm 2500 miles over the need for an oil change, and my cell phone won't stay charged which isn't really a part of my car but with everything else going on, it needs to be. I hate it when things don't work. It's my pet peeve.
And a five.
Over 600,000 people lost their jobs this month. This just makes my heart ache. Please join me in praying for them.
And a six.
My daughter (mildly) rear ended a dude while texting yesterday. KT, if you're reading this, don't you know what an accident could do to your beautiful face? To children in the car ahead of you? Put the Crackberry down and focus, sweetheart. Nothing is so important as the tail lights in front of you. I'm begging. Humbly. Focus. FOCUS. FOCUS.
And a seven.
Will this be the weekend the Christmas tree goes up? The latest it ever went up was December 21. It was still worth it. After all, tradition says it goes up on Christmas Eve. I have lots of time. Problem is, it will fly. And there will be a turkey to brine and chestnuts to roast and potatoes to whip....oh, and that horrible Strawberry Pretzel salad I complained about last week....
Tea tonight: Organic green with acai