The Plural I

Time again for a peek into this cazy thing I call my life. I awoke with one of my killer headaches and after yelling at my husband for getting his hair cut too short, I decided to "run errands" the entire day.

I first stopped at the tile shop-we are having our patio retiled and I wanted to make sure the tile I had picked out was still amazing...in other words-I was wasting time and energy but I wasn't at home yelling at my husband or cat.

Then I was off shopping. My first stop was a complete washout except I noticed the top I had chosen to wear with my capri's totally didn't match. Now I was on a mission-to buy a matching top. The next stop on my tour was golden-I hit a sale, a BOGO on tees. I must be living right.

By this time, My head was hurting so bad, I stopped in to a local drugstore and bought my drug of choice-it cost me ten bucks. For a headache! Note to self-feeling crappy was getting more expensive. I was determined not to return home and alienate my family and pet even further. I stopped to have lunch. Actually it was breakfast food and I felt comforted. Note to self...

I felt refreshed enough for a trip to the mall. I parked, got out my make-up and repainted my face then called my mom on the cell. I was laughing and talking -you know, the usual dump call, when I noticed I had gotten make-up all over my purse, my clothes and even the steering wheel. I was wondering how I had achieved this level of stupendous stupidity; I grabbed my wallet and was headed for the mall when I slammed the car door (much like Moses striking the rock) and in that split second realized the keys were in my purse. I was still on the phone to my mother (never could do two things at once and I was already breathing) and I cursed/shrieked and immediately told her what I had done. Over the laughter-I explained that I had to hang up and call Onstar.

Okay-hot mess, let's try to clean this up without a call to my oh-so-perfect, never does a damn thing wrong husband. Long story short-my car was unlocked, the make-up counter at Macy's cleaned me up, and I continued on with my day without another hitch. Do I even wonder why I get headaches?