this is a rant. sort of. more like a whine. it’s totally self-indulgent and unnecessary, but oh well. my blog. this morning just kind of totally really sucked. nothing major happened. no one died (well, not anyone I know. but it’s a big world.) everything was fine until I took shane to school. well, that part was fine, too. except that I noticed that I needed gas. kind of badly. but I was wearing my pajamas. (yes, I do this. I’m THAT mom. I drive my kid to junior high wearing pj pants, a hoodie, and my slippers. I never have to go outside, nobody has to see me… I’m safely concealed inside my minivan.) so I really didn’t want to have to stop on the way home to get gas. I went back and forth about it. this is the ONLY situation in which I wish I lived in oregon, where you are not allowed to pump your own gas. ultimately, I decided against it. I estimated that I had enough gas to get home, plus the few miles back to the gas station, which is right near where I have to drop both mica...
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