I drove him down to the airport so that I would not be car-less this weekend. After all, I had things to do and people to see. But on the way back, it started acting all funny. I hate traffic and was already stressed out enough dealing with all those cars without that too but I just started up my "little engine that could" talk repeating, "please make it home, please make it home, you can do it little car, I believe in you". We made it home and Friday it was fine, drove to work and home with no problems. Saturday I lounged around all afternoon before finally getting all fancied up. I get in the car - nothing. It's not going anywhere. Stupid car. To be fair, I may have left one of the overhead lights on Thursday night but if that was what caused my battery to die, wouldn't it have been dead on Friday, not Saturday? I am choosing to blame the car and not myself.
I didn't get to go to my friend's party, I didn't get to rent a movie and buy ice cream afterwards, I didn't get to buy flour so that I could make Craig homemade wheat bread for his return. My plans were crumbling. Did I get mad or upset? No, I went back inside, changed back into pajamas and found something to eat for dinner - an orange and Ghiradelli triple chocolate brownies. That's a complete meal you know, the orange is a fruit, the brownies a carb, and I had a glass of milk too so that gives me dairy and protein. I am all about taking care of my body.
Sometimes you need days to yourself and just need to not see anybody but this really wasn't one of those days. I felt so confined. I needed human interaction. So I watched Pride and Prejudice. Make believe people are great when you can't get the real thing. And Jane Austen make believe people are almost the real thing to me anyway.

Dude. Your plan B sounds freaking awesome.
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