I don't know why I'm sitting here right now, typing this post when I should be sleeping. I'd like to say it's because I'm waiting on a load of clothes to get through washing, which I am, but the truth of the matter is blogging becomes addicting after awhile, kind of like surfing the Internet. I can waste hours doing one or the other. I'm hoping, too, that Google will be gracious enough to crawl my site before I go to bed, and thus I can stop worrying about the whole title tag debacle.I'm so tired that I actually feel dizzy sitting down. I don't even think that the world's best weight loss pills could wake me up at this point. The several cans of Coke that I had today surely didn't. I really don't know why people like to shop in stores. It's exhausting, and if it's done in place like Walmart the Saturday before Christmas, it could very well lead to homicidal tendencies.
Despite yesterday's vow to go nowhere today, I had to go to Walmart twice. It took me an hour to remove the burnt out bulb from my car this morning, if not more. It would have only taken me five minutes if not for the fact that my trunk is broken and I had to hold all 100 pounds of it open with my head. Seriously, I think the hatchback part of a Camaro weighs about that much. Oh, and there was this little problem called the dumb butts at Chevrolet thought that it would be a good idea to hide the second butterfly nut to the tail light assembly behind the spare tire. Yeah, try reaching that with 100 pounds of metal balancing perilously on your head. Every time I leaned down and contorted to my upper body to reach the nut, I had visions of the trunk lid slipping and slicing my head off at the neck. Fun...
Once I freed the taillight assembly, I found that, not only was the right turn signal bulb burnt out, the light bulb to what I now know is the backup light had corroded in two. Luckily, I found the lights for the turn signal at Walmart before all the crazies showed up and bought two packs. Unluckily for me, the backup light was neither the tail nor brake light, which use the same type of bulb as the turn signal according to the book in my glove compartment. I didn't realize that the backup light and the tail/brake light were different until about two hours later when my next door neighbor finally took pity on me (my hands were bleeding, I was covered in the green goop that had somehow worked its way into all the light sockets, and I had been silently cussing for sometime) and told me what I was doing wrong (sticking the wrong bulb in the wrong socket). Hence, my second trip to Walmart today.
Guess how long you have to stand in line at Walmart in the middle of the day on the weekend before Christmas. Let's just say it was so long that I'm lucky I didn't miss this Christmas.
Now about an hour ago I realized that I'm out of garbage bags. Do you think that I'm going to go buy some more tomorrow? Nope. The only way I'm leaving this house tomorrow is if the police show up at the door and tell me I have to evacuate because of a block wide gas leak. Even then, I might take my chances. The way I see it, that's what all the Walmart and Kroger bags in my pantry are for; they're mini-garbage bags. Plus, the way my arms and head feel from holding up the back of the Redneck Mobile for three hours, give or take, I doubt that I will be able to even move my upper body enough to hand a cashier my debit card.
