If you can't laugh at yourself...

I have experienced two very different emotions in the past 24 hours. Yesterday, I was Sad Sack Sobbing Sally and today I can't stop laughing at myself.

It all started with a trip to Target. I am wearing (was wearing) a denim skirt that has a button on the back pocket. I got this great idea to wedge my car into this space that I knew would be impossible to get out of. I do it anyway and open my car door to get out. As I am trying to inch my way out of the car (the door is barely open at this point), I feel my skirt get stuck into something. It's the stupid button! Some how I have lodged the button into the door jamb and am now stuck with the door barely cracked open and me half-way standing up. If you need more details, I essentially looked like an old woman with osteoporosis.

Well, I'm officially stuck and can't get out of the bind. It is hot outside and I start to sweat like a pig. A few minutes pass (it feels like hours) and the owner of one of the cars I so gracefully wedged myself between comes around and asks me if I am ok. I am pretty much on the verge of tears due to embarrassment. Luckily this man was not really young or attractive. To end the story, he pulled my button out of the door jamb. I had to wait for him to move his car before I could get back into mine. I never even made it in to Target because my pocket had ripped and my personals were exposed.

After the button incident, I drive to the grocery store. I am checking out and some how my hand brushes the clerks hand (who is pretty attractive) and he says "are you trying to hold my hand?" I reply with something totally ridiculous, "I do it this all time." WTF? I grabbed my receipt and ran....WITHOUT my grocery cart. He had to call me back into the store to get my groceries!

If you think I am a complete idiot now, keep reading. While I was at the store, I bought some biscuits. I put all the groceries into the trunk and run a few more errands. Apparently it was hotter outside than I had suspected. When I got home, I opened the trunk and the biscuit can had exploded and the "jumbo" biscuits were stuck ALL OVER my trunk! I just spent the last 30 minutes peeling biscuits out of my trunk. I think my neighbors were secretly laughing!!!!

I can't wait to see what happens next!

Disappointment

Disappointment is the feeling of dissatisfaction that follows the failure of expectations to manifest. Similar to regret, it differs in that the individual feeling regret focuses primarily on personal choices contributing to a poor outcome, while the individual feeling disappointment focuses on outcome.^[1] It is a source of psychological stress.^[2] The study of disappointment—its causes, impact and the degree to which individual decisions are motivated by a desire to avoid it—is a focus in the field of decision analysis,^[1][3] as disappointment is one of two primary emotions involved in decision-making.

How is it that I allow myself to feel this emotion? You think at this point in the game, I have learned my lesson and have stopped giving second chances. Obviously I am not going into great detail about how I have come to this point. But, if you know me, you can probably guess who I have given a second chance to and why I feel disappointed. What a bummer. I thought I was smarter than this.

Steamy and Hot!

The weather that is:) I am in Houston, TX. Home to big Texas highways, buildings and air pollution. But, it is a nice change of scenery. Why am I here? I'll have to tell you later, when I get back to Tulsa....

In the meantime, I'll be thinking of all of my readers, which is probably one (Deana), while I make one of my favorite trips to IKEA and Crate and Barrel. Did I mention there is a great outlet mall a few minutes from my parents house?

Have a great weekend.