Today I have just one confession. One that I never even got around to telling MJ and there is a good chance he'll find out by reading this post. Not because I was worried about his reaction but because I was so mad at myself that I didn't even want to talk about it. At all. Like, maybe if I don't mention it then I can pretend it never happened but the only problem is that denial doesn't work. There is still a cluster of deep nasty black scratches that go all the way to the metal on my right rear bumper because I backed into a sign last Friday morning.
I tend to be a bit of a nutcase in the morning. I get into my car then get out to run back into the house to make sure I turned off my flat iron. Then I back out of my garage and stop in the driveway so I can go back to make sure I turned off the closet light. I also forget things. Sometimes it's my water bottle other time it's my phone but this time around it was my hard boiled eggs and I got all the way to the exit of our housing complex when I realized it. I was already running late but I had to go back. I'm so dramatic about my routine. My breakfast won't be the same and then my day will be ruined without my eggs.
The other thing working against me is that I suck at driving. I hate to be that woman but I kind of think I am. My speeding ticket days are behind me but I can't parallel park, find it difficult to maneuver into tight spaces and I'm scared to make left turns without traffic lights. I will sit there forever and ever making sure it's clear and then I get all flustered if someone behind me gets impatient and honks. Sometimes I don't even like making lane changes. I also have a terrible sense of direction. Even GPS is confusing sometimes. All it takes is one wrong turn and suddenly I don't even know what planet I'm on. I only know one way to get anywhere and I refuse to drive in other states. I also get really confused when I back up. I can't seem to find the connection between which way to turn the wheel and the direction that my car will go. I'm relatively harmless, but I'm a mess.
When I realized I forgot my precious eggs I backed out of the exit but turned my wheel too soon and didn't see the street sign sitting on the corner until I heard that awful nails on chalkboard sound of it screeching into the side of my poor little Honda. Thank goodness nothing happened to the sign or else I'd have the HOA on my back. I braced myself before checking out the damage and it's not terrible but it's ugly to look at and a nice little reminder of my stellar driving skills. I still haven't decided if I'm going to get it fixed or not. I love my little Honda to pieces. She is old but she is the best car I've ever had. I like to keep her clean and pretty but they'll charge you a thousand bucks to fix a scratch. I don't know why it has to cost so much. Then I got to sit in traffic for an hour stewing about my stupid mistake because there was an accident and I was thirty minutes late to work.
But that was last Friday. Last week sucked, this one-not so much. I made it out of the house today without forgetting a single thing and got to work 15 minutes early. We're still hanging onto the 80's around here which I love. I'm looking forward to meeting friends that I haven't seen in a long time after work so I'm wearing my five minute face AKA I actually put on make up. And I really like my outfit.
It took me a almost a week but I'm over it. I still can't drive but I like to think I have other qualities that make up for it. We've already established that being a great cook is not one of them.