Hola

Way-all it's Wednesday and I am reluctant to get myself up and at 'em. For no reason specifically except that I would really like to climb back into bed and read "The Bourne Supremacy" (again). I started it (restarted it) last week and I can do no more at night than read like, half a page before the book gets too heavy and I must sleep. So I have read the same half page like, sixteen times.

My van is BAck for the Attack! You can't stop it! You can't touch it! Dave the Monotone Mechanic called me to come get it yesterday. The vacuum plugs (hoses?) were crapped out. They are plastic and this heat is doing all kinds of stuff like this, he said.

Um. Did anyone else NOT know that there is a vacuum in your engine? I didn't want to ask for fear of looking stupid. (Because most of the time I just look so bloody intelligent, hah)

Any HOO. It was a hundred bucks. And now all is well and the car is running like a top. We even went to Burger King for lunch to celebrate. Kids had fun, but they also did their share of WHINING because the toy was still THE TORCH and not one of the other FANTASTIC FOUR GUYS. Wahhh. Spoiled millenium kids. Why I oughta.....

UTI is pretty much gone and I am feeling quite decent. Yay for Macrobid. Apparently it can affect birth control pillz so I must be cautious and take precausheeons and careful and wary and vewy vewy quiet. Or there will be a FOURTH. AAAHHH!

I scairt myself.

The thing is, I am the opposite of cautious. I am scatterbrained and reckless and unorganized. So I will have to actually go against my own true nature to accomplish NOT getting up the pole.

I might as well start thinking of names and buy a mumu.

A.