#Realtalk: Last week I had maybe the worst day ever. Well, the worst normal day you could have. I started out with all these great things on my plate for the week, like teaching my new jewelry class, attending Influence that weekend, and my parents visiting. Pair all that with PMS, and you have a happy, yet fairly overwhelming week. I was tired, but having fun and making it through.
Then my hubby drops a mini-bomb on me that he wants me to get my car checked out before my trip to Charlotte. It does what I call “the chunky transmission thing” in which I’m driving along the highway singing Queen to my 15-month-old and it slips out of gear, causing my car to shake violently and my mouth to leak obscenities. (Oops!)
So my dad and I drive to a new auto shop, and my phone with the super old battery dies and I have to rely on my own pristine sense of direction. Of course, I pull off too early and need to make a little U-turn. No problem. As I’m wrenching my wheel as far left as it can go, I hear a metal-crunching SLAM! My front right wheel falls into a drain, and the body of my car crashes onto the pavement.Read More