It's a legitimate question considering the story I am about to tell you.
I woke up this morning, feeling great (which was wonderful considering I don't get many GREAT days). I got on the interstate and got only a few miles down the road when my tire pressure light came on and then I could barely hold the steering wheel. There was no POP, no loud noises, I didn't feel like I had rolled over anything, I just couldn't hold the steering wheel. So I got to the next exit, stopped at a gas station and got out to take a peek. FLAT, the left front tire was flat as a pancake. I reached into my purse for my wallet, I needed money for the air machine, only to find that my wallet wasn't there. "Crap, I left it on the dresser." So I pick up my phone to call Jay and realize that I don't have my work cell with me either. "Good thing I have two phones." He answered the phone and all I said was "I need you." He's so sweet, he came to the gas station, and tells me to pull closer to the air pump but do it "very slowly" I tried. It wasn't moving anymore. With no more air and grinding on the rim, I had to stop. So Jay lays down in the parking lot of the gas station and puts on my spare tire. He is so good to me! At this point I think that I can get to the tire store, have a tire put on, get to work, and I will only be an hour late. Oh, I was SO wrong.
I am standing there, talking to Jay when I feel the urge to sneeze. On a side note... there hasn't been a sneeze in the last three months that hasn't made me think "I am going to pee myself." So as I am thinking this I brace myself and sneeze. I didn't brace hard enough. I peed all over myself. Not just a little - enough to pee through the pantyliner that I was wearing to protect from this sort of thing and then down my pants. "I should have worn black pants today." I look down and realize that my brown pants are now darker in some areas. Bring on the tears. I picked up the phone and called Amanda. I always call Amanda. She is either really supportive or really honest with me when I call. She has been known to say things like "suck it up." This time she was really supportive. It was very sweet.
I get to the tire place where they change my tire. They get ready to finish the paperwork and he asks for payment. I hand him Jay's credit card, and then he asks for my ID. Bring on more tears. Then I blurt it out: I think it sounded something like this: "I don't have an ID because I left my wallet at home and then Jay had to put on my spare and I peed on myself and that's why I have his credit card." Poor man. I just word-vomited all over him and he is standing there looking at me like I am crazy along with the other customers in the store. He just looked at me with this horrified look and said, "ok, I'll run it." Sweet man, he had no idea he was gonna get me today.
I go home, wash up, change clothes, grab my wallet, phone, and head to work. Everything is going normally now, until I get another warning light in the car. "Dang it, I need Gas." I stopped and got gas and headed to work.
Half way through the morning Amanda asks to take me to lunch (sweet Manta) and I agree. I get to Bread and Company where I guess I leaned up against something and I end up with a big dot of brown something on my white shirt. Great. Just great.
Icing on the cake... I had to get a refund from USA Baby on my crib. So now I am 12 weeks from delivery and I don't have a crib. But that's a whole other post.
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