Is That The Light At The End Of The Tunnel Or Just The Train?

This week was excruciatingly long, and it seems like a lot has happened... But I don't think that much actually happened...

The beginning of the week was shocking and kind of good in a way. Found out someone very near and dear to me was going through some tough stuff, but the up side is she will possibly be closer a lot sooner than expected. And "Oh, lawdy!" how I have missed her!

On a totally unrelated note, while partaking in some quality tube time there was a commercial for YellowBook... Seriously, YellowBook? What the F is wrong with you? This nice family sits down to what appears to be Thanksgiving and the mom is like, "I followed your recipe, Mom." Or whomever the hell she was talking to. They get ready to dish up and the turkey starts vibrate, for lack of a better term, and out pops a little kitten... How in god's green earth did that kitten get in the turkey?? And why the hell didn't the lady notice said kitten climbing into the effing turkey?!? The little girl had it right, "Ew, that's nasty..." Amen, little girl... Amen. It was messed up... I am surprised they didn't have to have some crazy disclaimer how no kittens were harmed in the making of the commercial or something to that effect... Cah-razy. Otherwise it was kind of funny...

So this morning was going pretty awesome except that my hair didn't want to cooperate, and Collin tried to sidetrack me while I was getting dressed for work. Then I go out to the truck and it wouldn't start! The battery was dead... Turns out it was most likely the original battery from the factory. Thank jeebus Collin didn't have to go to work yet, so he took me and Renee to work. Then he came back and pulled the battery, went to Les Schwabs, got the new battery, snagged me from work, came back home and put the battery in the truck just in time for him to head to work, and me to go back to work. The downside to my super awesome husband being able to accomplish all this is that he didn't have time to eat breakfast or anything. Also, he called me when he was halfway to Wilsonville to let me know in all the rushing he forgot to put socks on... My poor baby. I love him so much and if it wasn't for him I would have totally broke down crying this morning when the truck didn't start.

I know that's stupid, but my kneejerk "girl" reaction is to cry when something goes wrong with my car. And it causes me a lot of anxiety. What's even sadder about that is I know cars! I know the basic trouble shooting, and more than half the time I know EXACTLY what's wrong with the vehicle. Yet still, I have the urge to cry... Maybe it's the damsel in distress reflex.

Either way, all is well now. It's Friday, I am going to curl up with my book, an "adult" cup of coffee, and embrace my well deserved weekend.