Dublin Mudslide

So, I am home tonight. It is Friday. My daughter has her social life under way and I am home. Alone. I am not going anywhere, not because I don't want to, but because I can't. Stupid flat tire. Seriously. I have a flat tire. Right as I pulled in from dropping off my daughter and her friends. I jumped out and thought..."what the heck is that noise? I have a relatively new car it shouldn't be overheating? Should it?" It wasn't. My tire is a as flat as a jubilant round of Happy Birthday with my family. Ugh. It isn't that I had somewhere to be. I have no where to go, or anyone to see. But, I still like options. What if I had a midnight craving for some Ben and Jerry's? Hmmmph. I am thankful, however, that I am home and not stuck on the road somewhere.
Christine stopped by to pick up Rachel's overnight bag and started with the dating questions. "What happened to that guy you went out with a few weeks ago?" "I just sold a house to a single older guy in Sunriver?" Hint hint. "What about that guy I play softball with?" So I answered. "That guy I went out with sent me another email and I haven't answered it yet." "The guy in Sunriver, I am sure he is nice but..." "The guy you play softball with, I am sure he is nice but..." I sometimes think it is her personal goal to get me with someone. Anyone. She even told me to go hang out in a computer or electronics store so I could find someone interested in the same little gadgets as me. Yeah...like i am going to do that?
I need to get used to the "being alone indefinitely" concept. Some people just are. Or so I am thinking.

I try to straighten up around the house every night before I go to bed. That way when I stumble out in the wee hours, my first vision isn't the huge mess I am going to come home to after work. I came across this dandy little doodle in the process.

It was folded up next to my purse on the table. I try to check through any papers my daughter dumps on the kitchen table from her backpack, so as not to throw away something I need to see. (I am trying to justify the fact that I saw this personal note passed from her best friend during class, can ya tell? Not to mention that I also posted it here for all to see. :P She also keeps a journal. I do NOT read that and would not.) I sort of feel like I violated a personal thing or something. But I laughed and then stopped short when I realized that this sultry little vixen drawn, was supposed to be my daughter. Nice. Ugh. And the boy is one she has had a crush on for about 3 years now. He stands about a foot and a half short of her. It is all just a caution to what is to come.
This is going ot be one of those nights of me in bed, watching Harry and Sally (it is one of my favorite movies. I suppose I could pick something with a little more substance, but I love it. It is a comfort movie even if Harry is a jerk. Huh...reminds me of someone. Although, apparently, he likes pie.)

I wonder if Ben and Jerry deliver?