Manicure at 5pm on a Thursday

This afternoon, my car was supposed to be ready between 2-3. At 4pm, Dude and I got in the rental (a Corolla) and headed to the auto shop. The whole way there, Dude and I are making fun of our "crazy car" and Dude even said, "Where Mama car?" Well, kiddo, we'll get it soon enough. Ooooorrrr not.

We arrive to the shop, I unload the junk we've acquired over the past few days in the rental, get the car seat out (sweating of course because of this humidity), and head into the shop. I don't even get to the door when the owner, who is wearing plastic gloves opens the door and gives me this look. A look of desperation and slight frustration. He tells me my car isn't ready yet. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Apparently, there is a part on order and it should (note: should) be in tomorrow. Not holding my breath.

Mama's car has been with them for a WEEK and I still don't have it back. What chaps me even more....I took the darn car seat out of the tin can and now have to sweat just to get it back into the smallest backseat known to man.

So- this puts me in a mood to say the least. And what makes me happy when I am in a mood. A good manicure. I drop Dude off a Gray-an's house and get my nails did. Yep, got a manicure on a Thursday at 5 o'clock. No shame in my game, people. It was the greatest 45 minutes I can remember in the past 4 hours.