Seriously????

Ugh! I swear the universe has some perverse need to punish me whenever I wear yoga pants to school.

Yes, this morning I wore yoga pants to take the kids to school. I was in a hurry and I was tired and I decided it would be more productive for me to unload and load the dishwasher before leaving than to take the time to put on make-up. What a freakin' loser I am.

As I walked back to me car in the rain (oh yes, buckets of rain this A.M.) after dropping Duncan in his class 5 minutes late, no less, I realize my tire looks low. In reality, my tire looked flat. And that was because my tire was flat. Crap.

I debate about how to handle this little situation. Crying into a really big Margarita seemed to be the most reasonable thing I could come up with. No. I didn't. I drove to Chili's and asked my darling husband what to do since he was driving my car last night and he made my tire flat. And yes, I realize that it wasn't his fault and he didn't mean to make my tire flat. But, I was soaking wet, standing in the rain with no make-up on and a big ole t-shirt and yoga pants with flip flops that don't match. I needed someone to blame, okay?

I took it to Wal-Mart. Hubby suggested I take it to his friend's tire place. I looked at him like he had suggested I drive over to Mars to get it fixed.

"Yes honey, I would be honored to go chat with your buddy right about now" Um, no.

So, I spent approx. an hour this morning in the Wal-Mart looking like I just fit right in. And I now understand how it is possible that those people got there in their pajama pants.