Just call me limburger.

Me: Ah, the best laid plans... but am I mouse or man?

My friend Sue: I think you're the cheese.

Touche, indeed.

So the plan yesterday was to go home and whip up a yummy mojito salmon and cilantro lime rice dinner.  What happened instead is that my husband's car died and we ended up eating at Chili's at 10:30pm.

In-between there, we tried several things to get the car going, including letting the car roll down our street, which has a bit of an incline, to see if it would start (his car is manual so this works sometimes and had worked earlier in the day).  This time, though, not so much.  So instead, the hubby and I then ended up pushing his car back up the incline that is our street and rolling it into a parking spot in front of our house.

All while our neighbor sat in his truck in front of his house and watched.

Now, okay, I don't ever like to pull the "I'm a woman so I'm inherently weak and need help with physical activity" card because it's simply not true.  I can kick the hubby's ass when I want to.  But, seriously, you see a man pushing and steering the car in the front while his wife is pushing the car from the back and you don't get off your ass and help?  You're a jerk.  Some teenage boy volunteered to help my husband and his brother when the car was stuck at the convenience store, but our own neighbor doesn't?  Nice.

Then as I was walking the dog after dinner (usually the hubby's job but he was exhausted, so I did it), some strange guy was talking to me from across the street and wouldn't stop as I kept trying to walk away.  He said how he wasn't like Jack the Ripper, so I didn't need to be scared.  Oh, and he added how he hadn't "been in prison for 11 years now."  Good to know, sir.  Thank you for exemplifying why I don't like walking the dog alone at night.

So that was yesterday.  Today?  Today I forgot to put on deodorant.  *sigh*  Have I mentioned that my office turns into a sauna sometimes?  Do I need to remind anyone that the last time I left work in order to try and find a drugstore, I got a traffic ticket?  At my old job, I kept deodorant in one of my desk drawers for occasions such as this.  This job, however, does not provide me the luxury of desk drawers and so such a back-up plan is not an option.

So I am the stinky cheese.

Thank goodness that "pints and peanuts" with the girls is still on for tonight.  I seriously need to decompress.  For now, though, time to find out the nearest place to buy some deodorant.

Tomorrow: has... got... to... friggin... be... a... better... day! The hubby is driving me to/from work (so he can use my car for the day) and we will have the mojito salmon and cilantro lime rice tomorrow night.  Beyond that, I can't imagine what tomorrow will bring.  I just need to make it through today at this point.

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[Hubby]

Yeah... We found out the hard way that push-starting a stick car doesn't work in reverse... [sigh]