Neglect.

I neglect mah El Jay.

*hands it a tear*

Today has been productive. I got her mostly on time. I went to Payless to get another pair of the shoes I will UNDOUBTEDLY wear to death cause I wear them all the time cause i love them to bits and they had them in an 8W :( But then they had a pair of slip on sneakers like my skull & crossbones one that have nifty things for SEVEN DOLLARS.

So with my purchases, I came up to the register and pouted. I said "The 8W's are like boats on my mutant feet. HALP." and she said "Well, we don't have any 7W's on these, but lemme check."

Well, she put aside a 7.5W for me at another store. I don't think they're going to fit. But I'm going to check them out.

BUT! I also got the new JR Ward book. But alas. It is game night. And I have to wait to read it. *nic fits*

I do have a doctor's appointment tonight. Hopefully that will be smooth.

If it's got tires or balls, it's gonna give you grief.

So, I leave work at 6:15 for my doctor's appointment which is about 7 minutes away, and at 6:30 and WHAT DO MY WANDERING EYES SHOULD APPEAR!? But my car lilting.

Now, a couple weeks ago after the hike of death, I noticed that my tire looked a wee bit low. It was the front passenger side tire, and I thought maybe I pissed it off after you know. Heh. Gunning through 23482937 pounds of mud.

I put some more air in it and life is grand.

This morning I notice that it again looks a bit on the low-ish side.

I say "Self, you should get that checked out tomorrow before or after work".

So, at 6:15, I see that my tire is FUH-LAT.

Pancake like.

So I begin the annoying task of changing it. I have these STUPID plastic hubcaps with STUPID plastic protectors on them that are just a pain in the ass to get off.

Mind you, I've changed several tires in my time. Including one at 4am on my ex boyfriend's truck cause he called me in a girlish panic. I CAN HANDLE THIS.

However. I have breasts. And tools. Hence I must be helpless.

To my "rescue" come 3 lovely Latino men. Prolly a family. All kinda dirty. "Essoose me, mees? You hasin' prollems?"

"Oh, I'm okay, it's just they're taking a while to get loose"

"Oh, mees, we fix! Watch!"

And they hope out of the truck. The patriarch of this trio, who is half my size, speaks as much English as I do Portuguese and my Spanish is rustier than the wrench I was holding.

So, him and his sons? have at it.

They change my tire in about 25 minutes.

There is a SCREW in my tire. So I'm going to get it punched tomorrow morning. Hopefully I won't need a whole new tire.

After MANY thank yous, graciases and whatnot (and after Abuelo chides me that I only have a "baby tire", aka, donut), they ride off in their pretty shiny pick up truck and off I go.

Now I'm friggin LATE AS FUCK. I tried calling my doctor to let him know that HI THAR, I have a flat, but they turned their answering service on and that was no dice. ARG. So I'm a half hour late. Which, considering what just happened is not so bad.

I then get bumped to the last appointment of the night. At 8. I sit on my ass, thankful I have a fucking book, and he talks to me for like 5 minutes and sets me on my way.

AAAHH.

So I got DONE with the damned doctor at 8:20.

But I'm home now.

Driving at 55 SUCKS when you can go faster. Especially on the damned parkway.

OH! The doctor said he's gotta coordinate shit with the hospital, check crap out with my insurance and such is life. It should take a week to coordinate everything unless they're feeling efficient.

HAHAHAH.

Right.

Also? If skim milk is ICE COLD I can drink it. And like it.

I still prefer ice cold whole milk ;-)