Minutia

Now that I know people are checking this blog frequently and that all of this typing is not in vain, I will try to update every day. Just know that it may include more randomness and minutia than ever! If you start to get bored, please post a comment or email me (jen@jenaustin.com) and let me know and I'll try to start doing activities that are more blog-worthy.

I woke up in a good mood today. I had four extra minutes to get ready because I didn't have to let the dogs out and then wait on them to do their business--which usually involves the real business and then sniffing around aimlessly just to spite me I'm sure. But today they woke Angela up at 3:25am so she got up and let them out and I didn't have to do it at 3:35 when I got up. So things got off to a good start, but after I showered and put my makeup on and all of that, I put my jeans on and they were WAY too tight. This was a huge bummer. I didn't eat much yesterday and I worked out for 50 mintues instead of 45, so they should have been loose. So I started thinking...what if I accidentally threw these jeans in the dryer and I didn't lay-flat-to-dry as I usually do? I can't be sure that's what happened, but I'm hoping. I would much rather lose a pair of jeans to shrinkage than my own expandage.

I finished with work early and left to get my dang oil changed. I wish cars could just go and go forever without maintenance because it's such a pain, but Pearl needed a lube and I had to oblige. (The Murano is white, hence the name. Angela's Explorer Sport Trac is named Onyx. Guess what color. We're so creative.) But I had to sit at the grease monkey store for 3 and a half hours! For what should have been a ten minute lube. But my dilemma was to either go to the oil change place that was a stone's throw from my house and be done really fast cuz they're never busy, or go to the place that would probably make me wait but could also check my tire for a leak. I picked the tire place. Ugh. They told me up front that it would be an hour and fifteen minutes, which was okay cuz I could write Dr. Boothe commercials fill the time. But after an hour and a half I looked out the window and saw Pearl still parked in the same spot that I left her in. Oh Mylanta. So I asked how much longer it might be, and that was all it took to get them to start working on her immediately. Geesh. But then, one of the guys came back in and said I did indeed have a nail in my right front tire. That actually made me feel good, because at least the discovery of the nail validated my choice in oil change stores and made the wait a little less daunting. Until they got Pearl "stuck on the lift" (whatever that means) and I was delayed another thirty minutes. But now Pearl's puncture wound has been fixed and she's back in the garage, and I'm blogging. All is well.

And I took the tight pants off and put some shorts on, which seem to fit normally. Hurray for shrinkage.