Sunday blogging

After going out both Friday and Saturday nights, I planned to do ab-solute-ly nothing today, except for showering ... and as I closed my eyes in my cool, darkened apartment, that was looking iffy, too.

Text message. Mr. Bean needed a ride to work. Okay, I really do have to go out and talk to people every once in a while, I can't just isolate myself in here again.

I'll take him to work. Go to Target, buy dish soap and whatever will get me out of there in $25 or less... no added zeroes today!

I picked up a movie, a pint of ice cream, fresh milk aaaand that dish washing soap, the reason for the trip. Not bad, $30 or so, then it hits me.

My card is in my pants pocket from the night before. Way. To. Go. I sheepishly apologize and try to run out of the store, contemplating whether or not I should return to the store. Rebecca is on her way in.
I accompany her on her purchases and even get a 2 for 1 hairspray out of it, because she had a coupon. Thanks, Rebecca!

Walking out of the store to my car, that's when I see it. Flat. Tire.

I underestimated the turn and hit the curb, which gets me stuck at Target, with my UH-D ID and $1 and some change in my purse, along with a passion party business card and my brand new bottle of hairspray.

I almost walked back into the store holding the hairspray, so I put it in the car and went inside to call my mom.

Mom? Me again. Flat tire. Again. Need help? Thanks.

My brother Johnny was on his way. He was 10 minutes from the store which meant he'd be there in 30.

So.... I really didn't do a whole lot of anything today, which was the plan. This was a very Sandra kind of day.

Ugh.