And TiVo recorded it for me.
Because TiVo loves me. And because I told TiVo to record all first-run episodes of Project Runway. But mostly because TiVo loves me.
(OK, confession time. It's not TiVo. It's Time Warner DVR. But everyone knows what TiVo means, and DVR is less ubiquitous, and so I just use TiVo. I'm a slave to good marketing campaigns. Do you forgive me?)
So, last night, I drove the STICK from my house to Rita's. And I did really really well. Didn't stall once, and most of my shifts were smooth as silk. I said most, not all! And I had a Strawberry Ice. But I made Matt drive home. And all that's well and good, but today I didn't feel confident to drive the stick, which I've only drove probably 4 times, 3 of which are almost half a decade ago, to the center of town, with all sorts of traffic, on a route onwhich I'd almost assuridly have to stop in the middle of a hill, at which point I'm scared I'd stall and get honked at, and start crying. And the police would come, and then I'd get arrested for the great crime of "Stalling on the corner of Revere and Market, holding up traffic for 2 minutes."
Which, let me tell you, I'm sure is a capital crime in Akron.
So I stayed at home. You would too, when faced with the almost certain death that I described above. But the plan is for me to take the stick shift out driving (with reasonable supervision, ie, my very nice, very patient, very aware of my neurosis husband) every night. Until I'm less of a scaredy pants.
But, the good news is, my 9 year old car needed new brakes and a new fuel injection sensor (Or something like that... I don't really pay attention when the mechanics talk. Especially when they're refered to me by big-wig public officials. And the mechanics know that.). Thankfully, though, none of those are things that can be blamed on me. All of that is old-car shit, not The-Pink-Shoe-Is-A-Bad-Driver shit. So, not an exorbitant amount of money later, I'm now with a car that drives better than it has in several years. I'm happy.
And tomorrow, instead of being trapped at my house (Unwilling to go to the pool, because yesterday I ran into a 70 year old man who asked me if I was a model. And dude, I'm just not in to grandfathers. And I didn't feel like dealing with him today. Because he did mention to me about 6 times that he came to the pool every day. And I'm not going to the pool the next day after I meet him. I want the run into him to be much less awkward than that. Still awkward, but much less.), I'm going to run errands. I've never been more excited to go to Target in my life. Because after living in this apartment for almost a month, I've figured out exactly what I need to finish my place, and it's this, with two of the little fabric drawers. Probably in pink. And I'm stupidly excited about them. Because two days without a car will do that to you.
The biggest news for the blog today is that I FINALLY ordered a new digital camera. I now I've been talking about it since I broke my camera almost a month ago, but I've done it. The fact that Matt and I both needed new cologne/perfume and Amazon.com had what we wanted for half off (if you must know, I wear Burberry Original, and Matt wears Mat; male, because I thoguht it was funny to buy it for him one day, and it turned out to be a fabulous scent). And the camera I wanted was $100 cheaper than retail. So... I did it. In about a week, I'll get to stop writing actual content and start posting pictures of my drinks.
Voila. I had several Stellas tonight, because I think that it's delicious. And basically a light beer without tasting like one.
And. As I'm watching PR on the magic TiVo right now, and I'm completely intrigued by the Mom Challenge, we can talk about it in the comments. I'm still 20 minutes away from an elimination. But by the time you comment, I'll know... so go ahead and post whatever you want.