the first half of a chick flick.

sometimes my life is kind of like a chick flick...

but, you know, the first half of the movie.

all them awkward parts.

i've seen enough of this genre to know that i've racked up enough first half encounters to have earned myself some kisses in the park and dramatic wedding crashing moments by now.

in any case,
here's this week's winning first half moment:

it is rather late on a weekday night

i potentially have a fever

[can't kick those hooverdam germs!]

my dear roommate needs a ride from the airport

fact: my car's interior is atrocious

we're talking UH.TRO.SHISH.

so i make a half-hearted attempt to consolidate all my junk into one neat tower in the back of the car

i drive a CR-V, so there's no trunk, just an open back space

no secrets here, baby!

anyway,

i drive to the airport

and discover that said roommate has brought home her verygoodlookingbrother for the holidays

i am duly embarrassed by my tower of things

apologize profusely

and all seems mostly well, until...

i have one of those uncertain moments with a yellow light

decide to go for it

speed thru a left arrow

and in the process of said very-fast-left-turn...

the tower comes a-tumblin'

and all my car's random treasures are now intermingled with the luggage of my roommate and her verygoodlookingbrother.

eep.

upon arriving at our place,

i rush to the back of the car to salvage the damage

but alas,

roommate & verygoodlookingbrother are witness to my avalanche

and we're not talking normal stuff, here.

items of note include:

cans of sliced peaches

my "missing" hair straightener

2 bottles of sparkling cider

a can of soup

a pair of batman boxer shorts [don't ask.]

a belly dancing kit [again with the not asking.]

for serious you guys.

i think the first phrase i uttered was,

"i'm a disgusting human being. don't judge me."

sooo...

this is when i go eat brown m&m's by a tree in the park and wait for fate to step in, right?

hey, if it works for J. Lo, it works for me.

oh, i did indeed later confirm that i had a fever.

[i really should stop doing things when i'm in that condition, case in point.]

hence, i work from home today...

i also don't know how to make attractive blogging faces.

i think i missed the memo about red lipstick, thick-framed glasses, and standing perpetually pigeon-toed and leaning forward with either my lips pursed or my mouth half-open in an alluring smile-laugh.

but fuzzy ponytail, oversized mango shirt and dark circles da size of texas due to no-makeup-at-all is a good second choice, right? right.