Today, a funny thing happened. Let me start at the beginning.
We had just been talking about renewing our AAA membership since we are both constantly using it - me, usually running out of gas or locking the keys in the car and Brandon, since he now drives Liberty and something is constantly going wrong with her. Well, yesterday, before we had a chance to renew it, something else went wrong with Liberty: the tire went flat on one side and the lug nut (?) was missing on the other side. So I called AAA yesterday for my dear husband and after being transferred about three times, a frazzled salesman answered, unhappy that I was calling his office since my old number was from a Maryland office. I explained that I had married, moved, and that I was transferring and renewing my membership here to St. Louis. He put the order through and I asked if I could use the service today. He said yes and I explained Brandon's situation. The sales guy grunted and said, "He's a new member, he can't receive service today." Slightly frustrated, I explained that he was not a new member, in fact, he was the primary member on our old account. He gave a wordy answer that was quite unintelligible which left Brandon deciding to risk the trip home without a tow.
All this to say that last night we dropped off the car at the tire place and, with only one car at our disposal, I was supposed to drive Brandon to school this morning on my way to work.
Back up a moment so I can explain more.
During the Lenten season at our company, Liguori has a bowling league. I am not much of a bowler (except for granny-bowling), but I was convinced by my coworkers that this was my future. So I signed up a couple weeks ago to bowl the six Tuesdays during Lent, which means on those days I work an hour earlier.
Suffice it to say that this morning I woke up an hour and a half earlier than I usually do because it is Tuesday and I had to leave a little extra to drive Brandon to seminary. I was sure that it was a cruel joke when the alarm went off and somehow, during the night, my spine had rearranged into a painful tangled mess. This morning, being the un-morning person that I am sometimes, I was not in the mood to be trifled with.
I stumbled through my morning routine, glowering at the mirror, grunting at Brandon and receiving grunts in return. I was outside the house, at the car door, dressed (amazingly enough since it took me about three tries to get dressed this morning) and ready to get in the car. I slid into the car with my purse and coat and lunch bag and my full glass of orange juice exploded down the front of my sweater. I almost started crying.
Brandon told me to just go in and change and when I finally found my house keys, I ran in and changed my shirt and ran back to the car. As I was sitting down again, I realized the orange juice had also reached my pants. Crying out in frustration, I ran back in the house and changed my shoes, pants, belt, and jacket (since nothing matched at that point) and finally made it out of the house and into the car.
Poor Brandon - I was not in a good mood. It's a good thing that he loves me unconditionally. . .
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