How Do I Describe Thee, Let Me Punch You In The Face

I really like saying "punch you in the face." Its happening.

So this weekend was highly overshadowed by my car's temper tantrums. Really, if it wanted attention it should have just said so instead of stalling on the freeway on a hot saturday afternoon. Baby, come back to me.

The car is in the shop now. I had to take the bus this morning, which isn't necessarily bad but I wasn't prepared so I arrived at my work 1/2 hour late.

My grandfather seems to be okay. They really wont know how bad the injury is until he heals up a little bit. My family is estimating he will go right into rehab. That is probably the best because knowing my grandfather he will push himself too hard and then break something else. You know how he broke his thigh bone? He decided (he is 85) that it would be a good idea to stand on a chair to fix the doorbell. Unfortunatly he forgot to take the cushion off the chair and it slipped. After he fell off the ladder, and the roof, he has been instructed not to climb things anymore. Does he listen? Of course not! But thats my grandpa, and really I like that he is that kind of guy.

This weekend there were parties, and Shakeys Pizza, and the Al Gore movie, and lasagna, oh and a cat in a shirt. By the way, evelyn is out of the cone and into a shirt. Its hillarious.

So yeah, life blows, but there is really nothing I can do about it so I can't get too sad. So I'll just keep punching you in the face. Pow!