Tuesday, August 11, 2009
So I get home tonight, kick off my heels, kiss Hubs hello and head to the kitchen to whip up some dinner. We had planned on pasta. I start pulling out the ingredients: pasta, garlic, parmesan...hmmm, what am I missing? I stare into the pantry a little longer and realize that I don't have any sauce. Now a lot of times I cook from scratch, and other times I doctor up a jar of Classico and, frankly, tonight was a Classico kind of night. Except for the lack of Classico.
Hubs comes in the kitchen to help and sees me staring - willing - the sauce to magically appear. Before I completely lose it, he grabs the keys and pulls me to the garage so we can run to the grocery store real quick. Real quick = famous last words of a you-know-what.
My car won't start. I mean dead, kaput, barely getting a flicker of lights across the dashboard. My car that I just drove 30 minutes home from work in won't start. We borrow jumper cables from our friends (thanks, Cralls!), make a frantic phone call to my best friend's dad (thanks, Coach Cob!), 2 calls to Auto Zone, more frantic calls to my parents who are vacationing in Canada (love you guys!) and in the end? Car is still d-e-a-d.
So what do I do? I blog about it. Guess I should get to sleep since we have our work cut out for us in the morning if we're going to make it to work on time.
Hope you all had more relaxing evenings than me!
Posted at 10:44 PM