I know. I know. You're probably all like, "Psh! What gives? Where's all the periods and quotation marks she promised? Screw this. I'm outta here."
But, in my defense, I woke up to a flat tire this morning. And being a Saturday and all, most auto shops close at noon, causing a very hectic start to what should've been a relaxing day. And as fun as it was helping Jerry put on my spare tire before I've even wiped the crust out of my eyes, I'm pretty sure it was trumped by having to sit on horrible plastic chairs while waiting in a room that smells like tire rubber and car fluids. Next to a crazy woman who talked to her purse.
And now I must cleanse the stress from my body with some chicken wings.
Because nothing says stress-free like eating food someone else prepared.