SOS

Wow, so…

the day started out with me taking J to his appointment with his lawyer. We had 15 minutes to rush to our neighboring city to make his court appearance. The car was…dead. I’m guessing it was the battery. I urged J to run around the corner to a bar and see if he could find anyone with jumper cables. Luckily, he came back moments later with a guy from Firestone, who happened to have a battery pack and was able to start the car. We made it to court, and naturally, when we returned, the card was dead. Again. So, I called AAA and had somebody give us another jump.

“This won’t be the last time you see us,” I said to Eric, the AAA guy.

And it wasn’t.
Right around the corner, ole Betsie started coughing and sputtering; she barely made it over to the side of the road, convulsing at a mere 2 MPH, but- we made it to the curb. I sent J into the closest building to call – you guessed it- AAA. We waited for 45 minutes and were finally towed home.

Good times.
Good times.

So now we’re homebound for the next week until we can get another battery.
The bad news is that we’ll all have cabin fever, no doubt.
The good news is that we have toilet paper.

Unlike some people, I don’t count my wealth in coins or dollars. No, I count it in T.P.
When I have a heap of fresh, new rolls- I swear I feel rich.

Yes, my life really is so simple that I can be happy when I have toilet paper…

My toilet paper rose-
[Back in the day, the girls in jail loved ’em.]