I am out of gas. I mean, not totally out, but pushin' it.
My husband and I share his company's gas card for re-fueling purposes, so when I text him where I could meet him to grab it and fill 'er up, he responds "in hell," which he thought was funny and I thought was kinda mean, so after a couple seconds of purposely not acknowledging his awkward attempt at humor, he quickly sends over a, "I'm just kidding, I love you. I'm in Summerlin. Avery's school isn't too far away, you'll be fine."
Summerlin?! Ugghh he might as well be on a different planet.
Ok. Love you too, BUT, what you don't know, Mr. McHusbandface, is that I, your mostly Greek wife, despite what you may think, do not live and die by Avery's school schedule, and more importantly (!), without the help from a lovely esthetician, who is very aptly and ironically now that I think of it, named Hope, I WILL grow a full, terrifying mustache and my eyebrows will start dating each other and move in together and create a unified unibrow force-to-be-reckoned-with on top of my eyes if I do not get this hairy situation dealt with every two weeks. So.
Like I said, no gas. I chance it, and grab Landon, throw him in the car and head over to get my face hacked down for fear of going "full Greek". If this is not dealt with today, I'm going to have to accept my new fate in life, pick up a flight to Crete, buy a really old fishing boat, smoke lumpy cigarettes and drink tiny cups of coffee all day with all my other old Greek manfriends, and I'm just not ready to do that. Not yet anyway. Give me a couple more years of that fucking unreal parking situation at Avery's school, and I might be a bit more willingly Hope-less (see what I did there) I mean, I love coffee, so.
Anyway, we get to the salon 187 minutes early, that's just how I roll, but now I'm in a bit of a pickle, and I have three choices. ONE) Wait in the car. But I can't because I'm running low on gas AND it's still horrifyingly hot in Vegas so I have to keep the car on. Shit, that's out. TWO) wait outside?! Uh yeah no, I'm melting. Nope. THREE) Take my three-year-old who needs to be sleeping right now (the only time my hair removal specialist- I just made that up, she doesn't really call herself that- could take me was noon) inside the tranquil, peaceful spa and be okay with Landon's russian-techno-Lego-Youtube videos interefering with everyone's microdermabrasians.
Option three it is. Thankfully, I've hit the sweet spot of exhaustion with him where he's super tired, but not tired enough to turn into an insane person quite yet, so he's cool and even lets me turn the volume waaay down.
So he's happy. I'm sitting, waiting for the remainder of my 35,000 minutes to pass until it's my turn to nakedify my face. In my moment of quiet, I am instantly annoyed by the way the room has been set up. I wouldn't have put that bookcase THERE, I would have put it THERE. Ugh. I look down and see a stack of "free" newspapers, that aren't newspapers at all, but are in fact, spiritual wellness guides, with advice on things like how to stop yourself from over-eating .....ALLLL you gotta do is envision that you are exuding a white light from your body, and all that dark, negative fatty attitude (fatitude?!) will fade away. What's happening. Who wrote this?! I can't tell if the articles are written by Mormons or Wiccans. There's an entire spread dedicated to local healers and psychics. I'm annoyed. I read my horoscope. Now I'm even more annoyed because I don't understand what it means. WHAT THE HELL AM I READING?!
Then I find it.
An article entitled, "What Sets You Off?" with a little picture of it's dorky author off to the side of the headline. I come to the realization that this entire page is about not letting little things bother you while I am, presently, being annoyed by every possible thing that could ever annoy anyone simultaneously.
I read the first paragraph, start to think, "this dweeb might really be on to something" and start to second guess my unending judgy negativity. I read a little more... oh my god, is my aura softening? Then:
YOU SEE IT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"it may annoy you for someONE... But if THEY have been speaking that way all THEIR life, THEY are more likely... because you made THEM aware of THEIR grammatical faux pas... THEIR choice..." blah blah blah
This, if you happen to be grammar-challenged, is an excellent display of bad grammar. The nerdy weirdo author of this bizarre article should have used "he" or "she" or "he/she" instead of "they" "their" or "them" because "someONE" is singular.
So , in conclusion, the article about not letting something as small as a grammatical error disturb your chi or whatever, in fact disturbed the shit out of my chi with it's grammatical errors. It chopped my chi right in half. Fucking chopped it all up.
Anyway, I got through all-a-dat, and now I look like a, albeit annoyed, female once again. Just sitting here, counting the minutes til it's time to roundhouse kick a soccer mom to the face to get a parking spot with my gas-less car at Avery's school.
In the meantime, I think I'll see how much white light I can exude to ward off the peanut butter that's callin' my name in the pantry...