Today I suffered.

Our little civic needed an oil change and Kevin insisted that I take it in. Yes, that’s right, he pulled the old “I’m working and you’re doing nothing” line on me. I correctly pointed out that he didn’t work on weekends to which he only began shaking his fists at the sky and muttering “why me, why me.” I couldn’t believe he didn’t like my weekend suggestion either so this morning I drove over to the mechanic shop and dropped the civic off. Then I was stranded for a whole hour without my car. Luckily, the mechanic we use is situated in the Hollywood district so I was able to grab a cup of coffee and a danish, hit a used book store, browse some antique stores, and buy some fabric for a dress I may (someday) get around to making. Before I knew it, the hour had flown by and I had to go pick up the car. I didn’t even get a chance to relax and read my book. I’m telling you, I suffer.

Tomorrow, Kevin wants me to go on a Costco run. He says it’s too hard for him to go on his lunch break because it’s so crowded and it takes him 20 minutes to get there. The things I do for love!