Weird day, weird topics.

So this morning I go to take the kids to school and I've got a flat tire on the urchin bus. Probably from my dads gravel driveway on my last visit.

Luckily the other car was in the garage. I pile the kids in and starter er up. The computer says I have 2 flat tires. I walk around the car and don't notice anything.

So I drop off the little ones and notice the computer is telling me I'm out of gas. 52 dollars poorer I head over to the auto parts store to get a plug for my tire.

I head back over to the house and use a small electric pump to fill up the SUV tire.

The poor little air pump wasn't designed to fill up a truck tire so it's chugging along like the train who wanted to but couldn't because his mother didn't believe in breast feeding.

I grabbed a bottle of spray and wash, tweezers and my tire repair kit and head out to the driveway. I forgot to mention that I'm going on about 30 min sleep in the last 36 hours.

So I lay down in the grass and spray the tire with soap looking for the telltale bubbles caused by escaping air. Suddenly the sprinkler system comes on and starts spraying me on the butt.

Using words that are not even in the unabridged dictionary I unplug the sprinker power supply and get back to work.

I notice that the hole in tire is a long deep cut that cannot be patched using my kit.

I go inside and change my clothes and wait for the cable repairman who is supposed to install a new box. Sitting on the couch I find myself waking up 90 min later having not heard the phone or doorbell causing me to miss the cable guy. Sheeeit!

So, I head over to the tire shop down the street give them the keys and get sent to the waiting room. Its not unlike the waiting room at a hospital except it smells like new tires.

The TV on the wall is showing a news story about PETA suing an animal sanctuary for mistreating a 49 year old chimp that was recently released from a reseach lab. the judge threw out the case due to lack of evidence and the chimp being perfectly happy and healthy.

This guy sitting next to me says in a sing song lispy kind of voice "well jesus thats bull doesn't PETA know whats best for animals?"

Being obscenely tired, grouchy, my shoes still squishy from the sprinklers I spout off:

"PETA doesn't give a shit about animals they have been caught killing thousands of pets entrusted to them for adoption and care" These PETA freaks are going for media attention and thats all"

The lispy guy seemed satisfied with my answer.

My outburst kind of woke up the people in the waiting room and probably caused them to go check to see if their car were ready.

I get my SUV back now $177 poorer

My next stop was the grocery store. Everything was uneventful except for the green bread, my argument with customer service about keeping rotten food on their shelves, and the box of orange soda that exploded on me for no particular reason causing me to be wet and squishy once again.

Logically I shouldn't believe in such things but today felt like a Karma adjustment.