Mirror, Mirror on the…Awww, Crap

Joelle said around dinner time on July 1, 2003

I’m home now. I finished 4 of the 7 banners I had to reversion (yeah, doesn’t seem like a lot, but trust me, these are complicated banners) and only managed to leave work 40 minutes late.  I do have to go in early tomorrow, but whatever.  As long as I don’t have to work this weekend, I’m a happy girl.

Though, imagine my delight when I got into my 6000 degree car to find that my rearview mirror was dangling from the windshield by a cord because the heat had melted the super duper hold-up-a-building epoxy that attached it to the glass. Nice, huh?  So, I drove all the way home with my mirror swinging, complete with magic tree (in coconut), looking like a Clampett in my beat-to-hell Chevy Cavalier. [cue Dueling Banjos]

I was supposed to go to that Mary Kay party tonight, but wanted to get in a walk to blow off some steam, which I did, and now I am home — showered, Hornsby hard cider in hand, looking to unwind.

*breathe*

So, I’m back now.  Little Mary Sunshine, right?  heh.  Tomorrow is another day, etc. blah and so on.

I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t get crapped on.