Yesterday...was bananas. Firstly, I was driving down the road and the steering went out in my Tahoe. Weird, right? I had just finished flipping a U-ie when I heard this "Fzzzz......" and I was all, "That's weird." And then I tried to turn right onto 100 South and the wheel wouldn't turn, though I cranked it with all of my might. So I was all, "Perhaps that 'Fzz' sound was my power steering," because I'm a mechanical genius. So, there I sat, in the middle of 900 East in the rain, unable to pull off to the side of the road. So, the college kids kept pulling right up in my bizness like, "Hey old lady, get out of the road!" and I was like, "Dude! Go. Around." Finally this cop pulls up and he's all, "What are you doing?" and I'm like, "Enjoying the rain. And I think my steering went out." Psht. Duh! So he's nice and calls a tow truck which costs eighty dollars (read: half a weeks groceries or 16 Hot 'n Ready pizzas).
And then we got home and the front door was ajar and the Stray Cat From Hades was in our house. I was all, "Hey, Cat. Get out of here." And he was like, "Reeeeer!" and darted under my bed. So I sent DJ in there with the broom, because he's the hunter of the family. Ten minutes later DJ emerged from our room, having scooted the cat out the back door. He was like, "Ugh! I had to pretend that I liked it." (Because that's the only way to catch a cat.)
I think that Dixie College is starting to rub off on me. Scary, huh?