Seriously?

It has definitely been a "seriously?" kind of night....

I don't want pity, I want laughter. I hope hearing about my night will bring you comic relief and make you feel better about any "seriously?" type moments you've had lately.

3:55pm:  I'm driving to a baptism about a mile from my house.  I'm a block away when I see a stick... okay maybe it was a small branch... in the middle of my lane.  Needing to turn left soon, I decide not to change lanes but to "straddle" the stick/branch.  Well... either I have even more horrible depth perception than I thought, or I'm just plain lucky, but I hit the damn branch and it lodged itself in my back axle (or somewhere near there) right up against my tire.  The worst whining/rubbing sound ensued and I immediately pulled over to inspect. So here I am on the side of Bloomfield in my dress, on my hands and knees, trying to pull this darn branch out from under my car.  Lovely.  I didn't have any luck, so I turned my hazard lights on and crept over to the church building to attend the baptism.  Afterward, I challenged all of the Elders in attendance to see who was strongest and could get the branch out.  After much deliberation, and attempt, they eventually had to jack up my van to remove it.  Phew. But seriously? Who runs over tree branches?

5:50pm:  I've picked up the girls, and am filling up my gas tank on my way to watch Braden play some bball. I'm sickened by the site of $4.53 per gallon, and immediately occupy my thoughts with, "Where have I been driving?"  The pump stops and I see my total as $82.85. Severe anxiety kicks in. Brighton seems to be teasing Boston, so I lean back in the driver door to settle the dispute.  Once they seemed to be calmed, I get in the car, start it, and start driving away.  Did you catch what I forgot to do?  Oh yes, that's right. I DIDN'T PUT THE GAS HOSE AWAY!!! So yes, I drove away with the gas hose in my car, pulling it off of the pump.  I slam on my breaks and my hands hit my face, "SERIOUSLY?" A guy pumping gas next to me, calmly walks over, takes the hose out, replaces my gas cap, and tells me, "Get out of here... they'll make you pay for it... I didn't see anything."  In a panic, and clearly not thinking about honesty, I do as he says and start driving away.  I'm not even out of the lot before I see the owner/manager/whoever, walking out and trying to get my attention.  So of course I tell him I'm coming back (I was already out in the street), I make a u-turn and pull back in.  I told him, "sorry, I just kind of panicked".  He fortunately laughed. Then he tells me that I"m lucky, because it looks like the hose just popped off, and that no further damage was done. So my cost will only be about $130 - $150.  WHAT! SERIOUSLY? I don't know why, but I kind of thought he would tell me they were covered for this type of stuff but that he just needed my info.  So now, I am waiting for a phone call to tell me that my gas tank was not $82, but ended up being $232.

6:15pm: We arrive at the church to finally watch Braden.  Brighton gets out of the car kind of weird, and I realize she's peed her pants.  Seriously?  I was not about to go home, so I just put her in a diaper and let her run all around. WT? Oh well.

Can I get a redo on today?  Seriously.