Lodowisko

My husband was ironing his jeans earlier today, something he has to do once a blue moon but complains about as though he were ironing a few times a week like I have to! Men, eh?

Any way as he was putting the ironing board down he trapped his finger inside and boy did he shout and swear about it. It has really bruised up now though so I guess it really did hurt a lot. Who knew ironing boards could be so dangerous.

I need to find a shop that does auto body anaheim work, my aunts car just packed up and she’s in a panic because she doesn’t know where to take it – she lost her husband recently and he used to deal with all things related to the car.

She needs it because she’s got a job interview in a different city on Monday and she was planning on going in the car, it’s the quickest and easiest way to get there because other wise she’d have to get on about 5 different trains – she’d be worn out and frazzled by the time she got there.

I told her not to panic too much because even if we can’t get it fixed in time I am sure that we’ll be able to find someone willing to give her a ride – I think my dad would if asked, even though it’s a long way it’s important to her

I am having one of those days, where every thing is just going wrong.

I won’t bore you with all the details, but at least it is generally only little things that are annoying rather than big dramas.

But still.

I am sleepy and grumpy and just waiting for bed time so that I can go to sleep before any thing else goes wrong.