"I've changed a bit since high school. Back then I said not to using and selling drugs. I washed on a normal basis and still had good credit."
No, I don't use or sell drugs. I wash on a normal basis and don't bother with credit score. I just happen to like that quote from the book. But most of the things that happen to me on a regular basis qualify me as a charter idiot.
It is a family curse, really. I can't tell if it is from my mom or dad's side of the family, because they are both equally idiotic.
You see, my mom and I can't just enjoy a nice day in the country. No, we have to get half way there and then stop for gas. Of course when we try to leave, the mini-van (a new one, mind you) won't start. So we try and try, all the time the security guard from the place looking at us like we are planning a major snack food heist. So we call AAA and my father-in-law, because by this time my niece is screaming. My father-in-law will come to pick us up and take us to the house of his recently deceased (just the day before) mother.
Of course, when AAA gets there, my mother (who refused to leave her van)puts the key in and starts it right up. No problem. No explanation. Nothing.
Take out the dead grandma part and that has happened to me and my mom six times in my adult life. I am 32. Once every 2 1/3 years I have managed to make an ass of myself in front of AAA.
Never mind the times as a child that something very similar happened. There was the trip home from Wildwood, NJ where in Pennsylvania the car (a new one, mind you) stopped running. Luckily, I am related to half of the state of Pennsylvania, so after a night in a hotel my mom called her cousin who picked us up and took us to her house where we waited for my grandparents. Two weeks later we had to go back to pick the car up. It started for the mechanics with no problem. First try.
Anyway, In my cold medicine induced stupor I thought it was a good time to publicly admit that I come from a long line of idiot girls. God help me.
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