Is Butter A Carb?: Karma is a rookie biotch.

I think Karma got me today. She is a real B I tell ya.

Back story: I have been a real crabass lately. If I have talked to you in the past week or so, you have probably gotten on my nerves, and I have probably wanted to throat chop you. Doesn’t really matter who you are, I have just been a crappy human being and disliking everyone. It happens right!?

So my good friend Corey Beth was on business here in NC, and we decided to meet up for a morning spin workout just like back in college. Ehyooo!!! We even went early so we could have 20 mins catch up time before hand. Right before we got out of the car, the radio flickered and went crazy, and the locking mechanisms on the door fritzed, and locked and unlocked several times. Being the girl that I am, I removed the key from the ignition, and we exited the demon car not really thinking about it too much. Spin class kicked my already sore legs, and I was tired. After, Corey and I hugged and went our separate ways. Well she did. I stayed put because my car had no desire to start. Cool man, real cool. I called my knight in shining armor LJ, and he rode in on his “gun metal grey” ford focus, to save me. Obvi, neither of us know jack about cars so the first step was to try and jump it.

No dice. Its 7:00am now and I need to leave for work at 7:37-I'm a sweaty-ass mess and look homeless. The car can wait. We will figure out that money pit later. Not only is my car broken, but I need 4 new tires too. Schwing.

So we drove home, and divided and conquered the morning. LJ made my lunch and I got myself to look like a human. Out the door at 7:43 booyahhhh. Somehow, the silver lining in all this was that I had enough sense to have LJ pack me some yogurt and cottage cheese for my breakfast instead of rollin' with my homies through the Bojangles line. Hooray non-scale victories!! Although a chicken biscuit would have totally cheered me up.

Now, usually I call Ma and Pa Novak on my way to work. It is our little catch up time. Don’t judge, I am a good freaking daughter. Well today I didn’t call because I had other crap to deal with. I figured I would call home from my desk. “Hey Papa, how are things? Fine. My cars a piece of junk…blah blah blah. Well Linds, here’s what could be wro----DAMNIT, ILL CALL YOU BACK! I JUST SPILLED COFFEE ALL OVER MY KEYBOARD. Yes, there is always time to stop, laugh, and take a picture...

This is after moving my keyboard from on top the huge puddle of coffee.

Well cool. How am I supposed to get anything accomplished with a nasty, soggy, keyboard? Karma will probably electrocute me. Here are my awesome engineering skills at work. Thank God for Youtube and how to take apart keyboards.