I looked out the window yesterday morning to see that it was raining.  Hard.  

Which, coincidentally, is just the way I like to start out my Monday — splashing around in some wellies, perhaps with a matching umbrella.  Except, sadly I remembered that I had Important Things To Do at my Other Job — you know, The One I Don’t Blog About.  Needless to say, wellies aren’t exactly appropriate for that job.

So I was feeling a little wellies-less sad.  But then I took a deep breath, and headed out to my car.  I was going to be EARLY to the office, in fact!  I’m in the middle of planning An Event I Must Be Vague About that a couple thousand people will attend later this week.  Needless to say, this is the week when I need to bring my A game.

Considering that I also have to continue running Starlite, chase two puppies and try to figure out to do with my hair all while planning said event, I might actually need to bring my A+ game.

So I’m walking out the door, all ready to take on caterers and musicians and decorators and then…

I see that my car has a flat tire.

Oh, but it gets better.  After consulting with the friendly boys at the car repair-y place, it appears that my tire doesn’t have a leak or a hole or anything of that nature.  It seems that my car has a case of Someone Playing A Joke On Me By Letting The Air Out Of One Of My Tires.

I was understandably thrilled by this news and immediately began considering whom the suspects might me.  Roommate?  No, I would have heard her go outside during the night.  Neighbor?  No, I baked cookies for them which I’m sure won them over.  Ex-boyfriend?  Well…  No, he wouldn’t do that if only for the fear that I’d call him for help.  Which I wouldn’t.  ‘Cause I am an independent woman thankyouverymuch.

Whoever it was that did it better be watching their back.  I told Imaginary Boyfriend about it last night and he wasn’t too happy.  In fact, he said that he was Very Mad that someone would mess with his adorable, sweet and charming girlfriend’s car.

Obviously you do NOT want to mess with my Imaginary Boyfriend.