I could've gone to Montreal and spent the day in a different country.
I could have been in Manhattan lounging with my girlfriends.
Instead I spent the 6 hours in the car for health care headed to Mass. Eye and Ear.
Who wants to travel that far with out a vacation at the end?
Instead it's needles, blood draws, poking, prodding, undressing.
Well, in a different situation, the poking, prodding and undressing could be fun, but 274 miles is out of my booty call range.
I just roll over in bed.
To add insult to injury, I finally succumbed and sent my car to the garage yesterday morning.Both Jon and Dad had driven it and announced it was in severe need of a check-up. I was in adamant denial my wheel wells were dirty and needed cleaning, like every year before.I sent it in for the whole 31 point check: brakes (will survive), bearings (needed to be fixed), a tail light change, new windshield wipers, and finally new tires!I bought them only to drive past Tire Warehouse afterwards and see a sign boasting buy 2 get 2 free.IT had appeared between when I headed to Boston at 9:30, ordered the tires, and returned at 3pm.Oh, the irony.I'm not ragging on my guys. I love Lambert's Auto in Claremont. I called and they had me in the next day. They had my car fixed while I was in an appt. They treat me like family.But still, its the irony. Ugh.