Well, it happened… it finally happened. I had a Total. Meltdown. In a parking lot. On the phone. Tears and snot all manner of patheticness as I screeched at my poor husband (who was a bystander, btw).

And to be honest, on the scale of 1-10 terrible things that could happen, the actual rating of the bad thing that happened today was about a 2. It was far from life-threatening. It won’t have any lasting impact. It was an irritation, and something worth bitching about, but… oh man. Standing there in that parking lot? I easily ranked it as a 7. Maybe an 8.

(The terrible horrible thing that happened to me today was that when I went to register my brand new vehicle that I paid for today at the RMV they would only take cash or check… no credit, no debit. Bugger… who the hell only takes personal checks? NO ONE takes personal checks anymore! So I drove to an ATM. And the ATM wouldn’t give me money. I tried all my credit/debit cards, in two different bank ATMs, but each one of them had some problem that wouldn’t allow me to get cash out. For one card I don’t know the PIN number; for another the card isn’t authorized to make withdrawals; and for our joint account it was telling me our debit limit was exceed, which is completely retarded because we haven’t touched that account all day. And THAT was why I was freaking out. I couldn’t get money out. Me, an ATM, three bank/credit cards, and NO MONEY. And of course all banks were closed at that point… and the RMV was closing in 15 minutes. MELTDOWN. So we’re going to have to go there tomorrow to register the vehicle and get my plates. Not a huge deal, agreed? Tell that to my pregnant self. HA!)

But on the good side, is that I now OWN (or at least, a bank under contract to me owns – haha) my very own vehicle! I do not HAVE said vehicle because it does not yet have plates, but it is MINE. It is boootiful. I can’t wait to post pictures!

My head is still all woozy, however. And thanks to Kel, I now know that it may not be fixable until the pregnancy events out a little bit (hopefully then, right??). Oy. I consistently feel like I’ve had 3 white russians in short succession… except without the giddy, giggly feeling. No, I feel much too bitchy to be drunk.