An emergency poultice of successful TJ Maxx shopping, friend visitin', and lunch-out-havin' made a happy difference in my state of mind. Yes, I now have some expensive-ass skinny jeans, a slinky comfortable cardigan, and a flattering black skirt -- seriously, the shopping gods smiled upon me -- but more important, I spent four hours talking to a friend.
And then I went home and poured a glass of iced tea over my head, in front of my new neighbor.
I pulled into our driveway and there she was, sitting in the car with her kids, getting ready to pull out. I gave a friendly wave; she responded in kind. Cool as ice, I removed my giant styrofoam cup of tea dregs, ice, and lemons from the cup holder, and reached up to place it on the roof of the car. Because why waste a perfectly good cup of ice? I smiled inwardly, thinking it was just what my mother would have done, getting out of our old station wagon.
I leaned my head out in preparation to exit the car. And, well, see, the thing about a Honda Civic is that it is not a 1986 Caprice Wagon, and rather than being flat as a mesa on top like the Caprice, it is rounded, both back to front and side to side. The iced tea upended itself directly onto my head, pelting me with ice, lemons, and finally a styrofoam cup.
After a minute of laughing so hard I wept, I looked up to see New Neighbor recovering from her own laughing fit. And internets, I can't tell you how happy that made me. Any lady who can let loose with a serious guffaw after some unintentional Chevy Chase* action is okay in my book. It was a moment worthy of a china teacup of Suisse Mocha. Total bonding. And a reminder from the universe not to take myself too seriously.
You helped too. You and Eudora Welty. And the promise of a knitting project and maybe some hair dye. Thanks for reminding me, internets.
*insulting the comedic ability of women