you're no good, you're no good, baby you're no good.

WORD OF THE DAY= COLLUDE: to act in concert; to conspire.


don't you hate it when.... you are seriously 2 inches from finishing an apron when you realize you just ran out of bias tape. you'd go to the store, but you don't have the spare 2 bucks until payday, which is today. or how about when.... you realize you have a slow leak in the passenger front tire on your car. no fear you think, i bought road hazard on those bad boys. in to town you drive to get the tire fixed. only no go that nail isn't covered by warranty????? let me explain. sunday was the dear hubby's birthday. our preacher and his wife took our sweet little family to dinner in town after church. i was stoked. the hubby and i decided that he would go deal with the charming people who work at the walmart tire and lube dept. in canyon. i have nothing against people who work at lube places my brother and several of his friends worked at one in college. however, i hate, i do mean HATE, the people at the one in canyon. what gives you the right to talk to me like an idiot. i can change my oil, i simply think it isn't worth my time, sorry. anyway, we usually do a really deep clean on the office on sudays because we have plenty of time. i told the hubby that i would clean the office until he got back with the new/fixed tire. well, i didn't expect to clean the entire office by myself, but the poor guy didn't get back until i was finished. he doesn't look real happy so i ask "were the girls good?" apparently they were awesome, but the wonderful people at the lube/tire center not so much. the manager explained that we had 2 nails in the tire. one of which was located in the sidewall. since they can't repair the sidewall the tire is deemed nonfixable. this means too bad so sad. did i mention that because the nail is in the sidewall it isn't covered by road hazard. now when i hear sidewall i'm thinking the side of the tire, right. not quite, this nail is in the last set of tread on the tire, i don't consider this the side wall. anyway, we go home on the slow leaking tire. the next day the hubby calls the walmart tire center in amarillo where we bought them, to see what could be done. they say bring her on in we'll replace it under warranty so sorry you've had trouble. well, monday evenings are my weight watchers nights. my hubby said not to worry he would take the car in have it fixed meet me at the office then head home. i'm thinking wow, this is working out great. silly, silly girl. i get a phone call during my meeting, i ignore it thinking you have a college degree figure it out. when the hubby calls the second time i begin to worry, so i answer it. well, when he got there some rude lady that was apparently the nice guys boss is screaming at the nice guy, "no more tickets, we're not taking anymore tickets". to which the nice guy apologizes to my dear sweet hubby and tells him to come back tomorrow. did i mention that he made it there 1 1/2 hours before they close? while reloading the girls into the car my poor, dear, sweet husband gets a phone call from our friend joe. he is terribly apologetic, but someone just knocked over the motorcycle and busted the windshield on it. it was a long few days put together. today after the girls awaken from their naps we're headed back into amarillo to get the tire fixed. at least i hope we are. as far as weight watchers goes i have lost 15.2 lbs. in 6 weeks. woo hoo to me.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT= IN THE WORDS OF Oscar Wilde "Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow."