So I bring my son to the store today to get a birthday cake... and just to set things off I find they are discontinuing one of my favorite candies (yes, I bought every last pack in the store :P )... so I'm in a mood... Well, we get our stuff, check out and head for the car. No sooner do I reach the parking lot do I see two ladies in their early 70's, one on each side of my car pointing, laughing, gasping and nit picking how dirty my car is. I'm sorry, I have a cavalier that I bought well used with nearly 200,000 miles on it. Yes, there is a saddle and tack box in the back as well as laundry soap that I forgot to take out. My son with autism wipes his hands on the seat and other oddities... No I don't drive a nice new Mercedes with all leather interior and have all the time in the world to point, stare and laugh at those who may not have the things I have!

I am curling up in bed and pulling the blankets over my head!