Good decision making skills

Friday afternoon I flew up to Baltimore and then took a shuttle into town to see Georgia. The purpose of the trip was to get back my lovely silver Honda because it has still not sold in the DC area and damned if I'll sell it for the price a few people have offered. We're hoping the market in northern Virginia is just soft and so my dad is going to take it to Florida and try to sell it there. I love that car and I feel like apologizing to it for two reasons, one that I am trying to sell it in the first place and two, that no one has pounced on it, offering me a million dollars. Friday night I swore I was not going out with Georgia and crowd because the stress-related-laryngitis that I always get when I don't sleep/drink too much, had set in and I was trying desperately to squeak my opinions out to anyone who would listen. Do you know how much harder it is to be self-righteous when you have no voice? Indignation is tiring on a normal day. But also? Georgia's good friend Jackie got engaged (Hi Jackie!) and so of course we had to celebrate. Saturday's drive was less than fun. I spent the 7 hour + drive drinking coffee, stopping to pee the coffee out and slapping myself, hard, to stay alert. When they say life is all about good decisions? They are talking about me. I also bought several packs of candy which seemed to help. Also seemed to give me a reason to buy lots of candy. An excuse that presented itself to me, in all of its golden glory. Saturday night I stopped back in Jonesville to kiss the baby forty-five thousand more times and also to get a little sleep and then headed home yesterday morning. My new couch! My two snuggle-lump dogs! And especially my boyfriend! Never looked so good.