I blame the cough syrup

I got out of my car yesterday, walked up to my front door, and aimed my car fob at the front door and pressed the "open" button. Pam, who had also been in the car, watched me for about fifteen seconds, and said "And exactly what do you expect to have happen?"

Ugh.

Since I'm not well enough to attend the pool party, I'm going to paint the laundry room. I'm not sure there is enough cough syrup in the world for that to make sense.

Attitude adjustment

Nothing better to get you to stop feeling sorry for oneself over a summer cold than having your transmission fluid gush out onto the parking lot.