Do you remember Nancy Kerrigan? Do you remember when she got whacked on the knee by Tanya Harding's husband, ex-husband, boyfriend, whatever he was?
She sat on the bench at the ice skating rink, holding her knee going, "why me? Why me?" She had that ugly cry face on and just kept rocking.
That's how I am this Monday morning. I'm rocking and calling out "why me?"
I had another post this morning that was ready to go, but I stopped it when I walked back home this morning. In heels. All up hill. In the snow.
Totally kidding about the actual snow, but it's definitely cold enough to snow.
Why would I do that? My car died. Like it won't go another step. Last week we spent Zoe's first year of college tuition to get the clutch changed on it. Now it's dead. Something made a loud clank and then it just stopped. Fortunately at the clank I turned onto a side street. My biggest fear is having my car die in an intersection.
Now I get to wait for a tow truck. Honestly, I'm having a Nancy Kerrigan moment. Except I'm not in pain or crying. Just slowly watching my hair turn gray.
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I feel for you, Nancy!
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