It started out harmlessly enough.
I awoke to Monkey Girl singing Hannukah songs at the top of her lungs.
My good, little Catholic girl.
So, I posted on Facebook that it was just a typical June Thursday with Monkey Girl singing Hannukah songs.
Then, my friend, Michelle, reminded me that it was only Wednesday.
So, that depressed me a bit, and I thought “Hmmm…this doesn’t bode well.”
But, I moved on.
Driving the two and a half minutes to work, I sneezed as I turned a corner, hit the curb and popped, yes, popped my front right tire.
I was running a little late, so I had about 15 minutes to get to work.
I can change my own tire.
I’ve changed many a tire in my day (which makes me wonder about my driving) but today, I needed to be to work in 15.
So, I called Real Man who was, fortunately, working from home.
He couldn’t come until my Dad came to watch the kids.
I could have hoofed it, but that would have taken more than the 15 minutes.
So, I pull out my cell, start walking and start calling people I work with.
No one seemed to have their cells on, which makes sense since we’re teachers, but I didn’t see the logic as I kept getting voicemail.
Then, finally, my friend, Matt, called back and agreed to come get me.
Later, Real Man got to my car, and started to change the tire.
But, the van is so old that the jack kept punching through the rust on the bottom.
Once he found a stable area for the jack, the jack broke and the van slammed to the ground.
He got it changed, but needless to say, the van is now at the service station.
My diagnosis is bent axle.
But, what do I know?
So, what’s a girl to do?
Take your allergy medicine and be drowsy while driving, or don’t take the meds and risk sneezing and blowing out a tire.
Anyway, work went quite smoothly as we practiced graduation, and then after school, the kids and I chilled.
We decided to take the monkey heads to Wendy’s, and as we sat, eating, Baby Monkey came out with one of his pearls of wisdom.
“Mom?” he said.
“Yes?” I responded.
(Don’t you love my masterful use of dialogue?)
“Mom, a dog is not a musical instrument.”
The way that kid thinks is beyond me.
I don’t need to figure it out.
It just erased the bad stuff and made the day worthwhile.
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