And the Kitchen Sink...

In the last week or so, Special K and I have seen some car trouble, fortunately none if it has been ours. Last Friday night, we were driving home from the W’s house and we saw a guy stopped at an intersection with his flashers on. K pulled over and asked if he needed help, which he did. He had a badly shredded flat and was trying to put the spare on his car, but was having trouble with the jack. Special K turned on our hazard lights and hopped out to help him – at one o’clock in the morning. This is one of many things I love about my husband – he’s truly a good person.

They were struggling with getting the tire off because it was screwed on quite tightly, when a gentleman in a large pickup truck pulled up, leaned out to see if they needed help, and pulled his truck up onto the curb, blinkers flashing, and hopped out to help. At one o’clock in the morning.

So really, as much as I tend to think that sometimes people really suck, I do often see examples of people who really don’t. The guy was a mechanic and had a few tools in the back of his truck, and they eventually wrestled the flat off – and the tire had truly been shredded, there was barely any rubber left on the shiny, silver wheel. With his spare in place, we all set off on our way home, and I sleepily reclined in my seat, telling Special K how awesome I think he is.

The next morning, we were heading into work, and I heard a weird “wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh” noise. I looked over and the guy next to us clearly had a flat tire, that got worse and worse as he drove. I couldn’t understand how he could neither hear nor feel that he had a flat, because the couple times that I’ve had them, it’s been really, really obvious. Nonetheless, I asked K to see if he could pull up next to him so I could tell him, but the guy and his Sebring convertible were zipping through Georgetown traffic quite rapidly. We did eventually catch him and as soon as I rolled down my window, it was quite clear why he couldn’t hear the tire. I could barely hear myself think over the Love Boat-style music blasting from his car. So I alerted him to the tire, to which he said “yeah, I had a feeling that might have been the case” (???) and he rolled a couple more blocks down the street to a gas station (which, hopefully for him, had some repair facilities, or his situation would not have improved substantially).

Then K proceeded to crack up at the music with which we had been serenaded – it was very “light FM”. I’m surprised he didn’t have a popped collar.

However, as I said, none of these vehicular maladies have happened to us, so I count myself quite fortunate on that count.

This past weekend, I spent part of the day filming part of a new video series for church, so that’s fun. I have wondered aloud recently why people seem to turn to me when they want someone to portray a sarcastic and bitchy character, since the person I’m playing in this series has…some issues. I mean, I know that sarcasm is my native language, but I’m really not a huge bitch. Not without being provoked, anyway. In fact, after a much older video series a few years back in which I was, once again, playing a…er….spirited character, someone who doesn’t know me very well said “so, is that what you’re really like or something?”

My answer of “no” would have, unfortunately, been hard to believe had I said the rest of what I would have liked to say in response. So I just looked at her quizzically, figuring that it was, perhaps, best to move on.

So yesterday was my birthday, although it felt like it kind of started Tuesday night, since Special K was so excited about the gift he got me that his repeated inquiries of “so…do you want your present?” eventually led to me opening my gift Tuesday night. (Usually I’m fine waiting until the actual event.) And lo and behold, my truly freaking awesome husband got me a generous gift certificate to my favorite spa.

Less than 12 hours later, I had booked my appointments. And I only waited that long because they were closed by the time I got my gift. I’ve been feeling a little frumpy and run-down lately, so this was the perfect gift. I also went to the MAC store in Tysons’s yesterday and treated myself to a couple of pretty things. It was capped off with dinner at the C’s, where I promptly fell asleep after dessert.

I am really not pregnant, although I’m kind of starting to look like it (I call it “the fat baby” – I will be hitting the gym again, starting today). I am just tired all the time. And now, through a wonder of genetics, I am waking up on my own somewhere between 5 and 6 am, just like my parents. Although I think they actually get up earlier. I’ve always been an early riser, relatively speaking. It’s always been unusual for me to sleep past 8 unless I actively go back to sleep, or unless I’m truly exhausted. But this 5:30 am stuff really blows, especially since I haven’t been getting to bed any earlier.

But back to the evening.

Well, I suppose there’s not much more to tell, but it was a lovely evening, with good friends, good food (mmm….steak), good wine, and there’s really not much that sucks about any of that.

And now I’m 32.

So…that happened.