My car died at CVS today.
Since I was there by myself with WC, I asked a random guy walking by to come have a look-see (and since he and I were wearing the same marathon T, I thought we might be kindred spirits and all and surely he'd be a huge help). He guessed it was either the battery or alternator, then shrugged and said "Sorry" as he was walking off to his own working vehicle.
Things started to look up after a nice guy offered to help push me to a better location to be jumped, but my jumper cables were crap.
Stop the madness!
All is well now. The kids are clean and in bed. I just chased my Lexapro with a Mike's Light Hard Cranberry Lemonade.
On a more exciting note, my Couch to 5K story is up at Operation Skinny Bitch! If you haven't checked it out, what are you waiting for?