This week has been one for the books, to say the least. For one, I've been sportin' a mini-summer cough. You know, the kind that isn't bad enough to claim 'I'm sick' without others staring at you in disbelief, but bad enough to slow you down.
My car also broke down in the middle of a huge freeway, known as Interstate-10 in Texas. Not the side, the middle my friends. If you're curious as to what this freeway looks like, which I am sure you are not - but I'll show you anyway - looks like this:
So what did I do for the hour I sat in my extremely hot car and wait for roadside assistance? I did what all bloggers do. Take pictures of myself, then proceed to post them to the worldwide web etc., etc.. Well this got old after about 15 minutes, and the torrential downpour of sweat got to me. And at about the 45-minute mark of waiting for rescue in my steaming car on a 10-lane freeway, the sweat turned into ugly cry tears.
Roadside assistance arrived, which is an awesome feature of Houston I might add, but poor guy. Men never know what to do with a crying woman. He said 'are you ok??' I said, "i'm really hot' .. as if he couldn't tell by the massive amounts of sweat coming from my forehead and drenching my entire outfit. I got out of the car with rolled up slacks to my mid-thigh and very runny mascara.... To call this a very awkward car ride with a stranger towing my car is a huge understatement.
and right before this happened? I was having a very heated discussion with Matthew about cabinets. Cabinets people. What has become of me?!?
Well - that is a wrap. I'm sure no one wants to hear any more about my silly meltdowns. On the bright side, the week is pretty much over!