Okay, here's tha question. What is the single occurrence that could possibly send a single mother in a new city with no friends or family on a Sunday afternoon around 4:30 into a total and complete panic attack? Anyone, anyone??? Okay, you over there in the corner......no, not the two guys named Mike and their two dogs Mike. Okay, you over there with the donkey.....yes, yes, you're right, it would be walking out to her car and it NOT STARTING!
Yes, I decide to get my lazy ass up, put clothes on, dress the child and drive to the grocery store. I get down to my car, get everyone buckled in and I put the key in the ignition and tha bitch goes.....rrrrrrrr. Right then, I freak tha hell out. Not physically freak out, but mentally freak my shit out. In my head I'm thinking what tha %&**@#^ shit ass crap I'm I supposed to do now!!!!!!
For a second, I think I quit breathing and temporarily passed out in the driver's seat. Without freaking the child out, I somehow get back upstairs and call the BF who is in a different city. He clearly did not see what the BIG problem was. By this time, I'm in full attack, I'm sweating, I feel like I'm gonna throw up and I start babbling algebraic equations. How could this be happening to me NOW on a freakin Sunday afternoon????? How tha shit ass crap am I gonna get to work tomorrow?????? How am I gonna get the freakin shit ass car to the shop??
After freakin tha hell out for about 22.3 minutes, I realize that I have roadside assistance on my cellphone. I AM A FREAKIN GENIUS. I call the roadside peeps and before I even hung the phone up, they are in front of my place ready to jump my bitch off. I couldn't believe it. I was gonna get to sleep tonight. I was gonna get to go to work in the morning. I was gonna be able to drive my bitch to tha shop.
Tell me again, why was I freaking out?
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Did I know you had a kid??? Email me and tell me more (cuz I really don't remember this!)
I'm SO glad you have a blog now and thank you for visiting & commenting on mine!
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