The optimistic outlook around here is getting sort of sickening.
I've been acting a bit like Patty Simcox from Grease. You know the one who's all teeth and like, "Call me!".
There's so much to look forward to: Florida with my family. Cape May. Summer camp for the girls starting on Monday.
The only smudge in my clean and bright sky is my car. I took it in yesterday, and they had to order a part for the AC (the body control module, a thingy that runs the accessories) and they told me it would be Monday before I could get it back, because it's on an exchange program and they have to pull the old one and send it in. Dammit.
Then they call today and cheered me up for 10 seconds, with news that the part came in today. BUT. The AC still isn't really working. The compressor isn't kicking on. And they attempted to sell me a new one. I got all huffy and told the dude in no uncertain terms that I knew it wasn't the compressor that's the problem. So they are going to look for leaks, though I am dubious as to what that will prove. The thing is, the AC works sometimes. It's getting it to switch on that's the problem. So it's still gonna be Monday. Dammit, Janet. (If you get that reference, I will be so proud of you.)
And I seem to be on a self-improvement plan.
I started hitting the tanning bed (which is way nicer than I remember it...instead of laying there cooking like a hot dog in a microwave for 25 minutes, they can zap you in 12).
I finally got some God-awful frizzed hair whacked off my head today (I'm all curly-springy now!).
I made a conscious decision to not eat meat at least 3 days a week.
I finally visited a dentist and got my teeth cleaned (it's been 5 long, stain-filled years...I have had the three most nightmarish dentists on the planet, but this one is all about gentleness and DRUGS). Of course, we may need to take out a second on the house to pay for the two fillings and two crowns and IV sedation to take care of the rest.
I'm not even taking my anti-depressants anymore. About a month and a half ago, I forgot to take a few doses. Then, a few days later, I forgot again (I think it was a subconscious thing, since I had begun to resent them). I realized that I was halving my dose, so I halved it again, and eventually I wasn't taking any. After about 16 years of not really being me, the meds gave some of me back. But I got to the point where I was angry that I needed freakin' pills to be a normal person.
So this is me. UNLEADED.
I'm all chipper and effervescent and mildly annoying. But in a good way, I think.
"What the Hell is up with you?"