Today was a good day, in that weird kind of way. Hey hey. I’ll preface: The other day I noticed my back passenger tire (back left/right?) was pretty low on air, so I drove to a gas station, filled it, and didn’t think anything of it – until today. My daughter and I walked out to the car, where I found the same tire in the same state, its rim barely off the pavement. I drove to the tire store and checked my car in, hoping it would not take long. Before I tell you the resolution, I must add one more fact. Today was supposed to officially be “no more diapers” day for my daughter. It would free her of the plastic, Pamperish binding, and free me of buying and changing them. So, back at the tire store, and diaper free, we sat waiting for the car to be fixed. I asked my daughter numerous times if she had to – you know what – and she said, “no.” Finally the car was fixed (just a nail… just a patch… just twenty bucks), and Little Mary and I walked to the counter to pay our dues. I was talking to the guy, signing the paper, and looked down to find my daughter standing in a pool of liquid. Not thinking at all about what had happened, I said to the guy, “Oh, someone must have spilled something on the floor over here.” Then I looked at Little Mary’s pants, and my eyes went wide. Damnit. Trying not to cause a scene or draw attention to her, I handed the paper back to the guy, and placed myself strategically between him and my sprout, blocking his view of her wet (soaked) pants. So, that was the tire.
We went home, showered, and then ran around some more. I had to go to campus to settle some business, and grab a book.
We then met my girl for dinner, a trip to the comic book shop, and upon exiting I ran into an old co-worker. The situation, and the conversation after, with Katie, reminded me of how socially ridiculous I am. I have pretty poor social skills, but apparently only when my girlfriend is around. I don’t get it.
Then I came home, walked into my room, and decided to rearrange the entire place. So, I did. Day over.