Crying at Work is Always Fun.

(It’s a good thing I work with all women.)

If only she hadn’t asked, with the sympathetic head tilt, “Everything okay?” Which is, of course, The Worst Question Ever if you’re on the verge of tears.

As I was driving to work, my car started making a ridiculously loud grinding and scraping noise a few miles from work. Without a phone, running late for a meeting, and a husband a few hours away, I decided to keep driving. Only slightly scared that the car would burst into flames, causing me to swerve into oncoming traffic and die a fiery death.*

Add to that a good dose of holy-crap-I’m-in-over-my-head-with-this-huge-work-project, a sprinkle of completely forgetting to go a meeting, and a dash of telling a 16-year-old that her adopted grandma died and you’ve got the makings for a day that would make anyone dissolve into tears.

(At least, that’s what I tell myself – otherwise, I just get embarrassed about all the crying. Hate the crying.)

Today has basically left me a human marshmallow of emotions, so I’m just going to look at happy photos. . .

* No death, just a catalytic converter shield that rusted out. The friendly mechanic fixed it for free then told me I am dire need of new ball joints. I’m not sure what these are, but surely I can find them for cheaper than $480. Note to self: check Froogle. (Which, apparently isn’t called “Froogle” anymore. And hasn’t been since 2006. Oh.)

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