An ego check, and some pimpage

This morning I left my house feeling chipper and fabulous. The sun was shining, my outfit was cute, I'd finally installed an adapter to allow me to listen to my iPod in my car, and I had free bagels to look forward to at work. Life was pretty darn good.

I pulled into the gas station to fill up my tank and, when I hopped out of my car, I was pleased to notice that I'd managed to line my gas cap up almost perfectly with the pump (I usually undershoot it a bit). I grabbed my wallet out of my purse, turned to pay, and promptly smacked myself in the back of the head with my door as I swung it closed. The impact was so startling that tears sprang to my eyes and for a split second I had no idea what had happened.

Then the (cute) guy at the pump across from me burst into laughter. Thanks, jerk.

Ahem.

In other news, it occurred to me this morning that I have been dreadfully remiss in not pimping Sound & Fury's current show, Cyranose! Your last two chances to see it are tomorrow and Saturday so get thee to Club Fais Do-Do! Personally, I'll be there Saturday!