The troubles...

I mentioned how I haven't been working, because of my sprain wrist... well that also means I haven't really been using my car as much. Needless to say in the winter time if you don't turn on your car often, the battery dies. It already happened once before when I was leaving for my girl's night.... the temps that week were well below zero. These last weeks though haven't been so bad, but yet again I forgot to turn on my car every other day or so. The problem this time was that when I tried to give it a jump w/ mama's car, nothing happened. So how is it that when the brudder come to jump it, it starts within 5mins?! Oh trust me I'm VERY grateful that it's isn't more serious, because money is super tight, but how in the world do I jump a car wrong?! That's just annoying. I'm in denial anyway, I just think mama's car is weak, and that's why it didn't work. Haha. :P

Sat night, I went over to my friend's for dinner, wine, and movie night. We saw 'Sweet November' LOL ... yes, I wanted a better look at my shawl, but she and her friend hadn't seen it so I wasn't purely selfish about suggesting she rent that one! :P Anyway, we had a great dinner, I even stayed to watch Wanted again (under the covers for the rat scene of course *shivers*). Sunday I discovered that I'm compltely out of practice with the drinking because I only had 3 glasses of wine, and woke up w/ a terrible headache. Wine headaches, ugh ... they're the worst! It probably didn't help that I stayed up until 5a talking to my friend, listening to music, and knitting. Still, all of Sun I was crabby. I almost forgot that I had a post-holiday party to go to, then I remembered I didn't have a working car, greeeeat. Sadly, as much as I miss my 'Tsubos', I just really didn't want to go. :(

Awful of me I know, but it was the perfect excuse, and instead I had dinner w/ the mama, brudder, and niece ... then the brudder disregarded my crabbiness and offered to jump my car even though I was being a bitch about it. *le sigh* I guess I will always want to get the "boys' job" done myself, to prove that I can, and then get pissy when I don't get it right. So childish of me, I know, but I'm pretty sure subconsciously I'm still looking to get big brother's approval somehow.... which is dumb because I already know he's proud of me. The mind is strange that way though.