i'm like the freakin' morton salt girl!without that cute little yellow dresson my way home to pack up my boxes of closet stuff in the hopeful nudge to the universe to resolve this whole flood thing, i discover a flat tire. and in that flat tire, i discover a screw. and in my trunk, i discover a can of fix-a-flat, which garners me a stern lecture from the tire-repairer about what a false sense of security that can of foam gives people, and how it's only meant to get people to a single location, to which i politely informed him that his branch didn't appear to be open at 10'o'clock at night, and so it got me home, and straight to his front door first thing this morning, thankyouverymuch.
current mood: when it rains, it pours