Here's My White Flag, Wednesday

Squint hard: do you see it? The white flag?

It's me. Surrendering to yesterday. It wins. I lose. Bring me a blankey and let me take a nap.

But despite the fact that clearly Wednesday was out to get me, it has provided blog fodder for today, and for that...I thank it.

My main goal for yesterday was to work on a website design. I'll tell you more about it when there's actually something to tell, but I'm working on a website {aside from this one} to use in my writing and speaking.

Back when I was in college and was new to the internet {WOW. I am old.}, I enrolled in a class to learn about web stuff and design and all that. I dropped out after a week. Only class I ever quit in college. And now I remember why. I am creative, but my brain does not bend the way of code and plugins and widgets. It just doesn't. I'd prepared as best I could, watching a two hour YouTube tutorial and taking ten pages of handwritten notes to walk me through the setup.

And God bless that YouTube guy, because without his step-by-step instructions, I never would have made it. But halfway through the thing, I found a box that would not go away on the site, no matter what I did. And nowhere in ten pages of notes had this guy addressed that box. And in multiple Google searches, I found no workable answers for the problem.

Swallowing my pride, I contacted the IT guy at the station, confessed my utter embarrassment at crawling back a year and a half post-employment to ask a question, divulged my dilemma, and hit send.

And got his out-of-office auto-reply. Because of course.

It seemed like a good time to take a break and run a quick errand. Clear my head, perhaps. It just so happened that my errand took me right past Starbucks. And it just so happened that yesterday was my double star day. That seemed proof enough for me that I deserved a latte. Enjoy the following conversation.

Barista: May I help you?
Bekah: Yes! I'll take a caramel brulee latte.
Barista: We're out of those.
Bekah: No problem! I'll take a chestnut praline latte.
Barista. We're out of those.
Bekah: What DO you have?
Barista: From the holiday menu? Peppermint.
Bekah: I hate peppermint. Can you make a skinny caramel macchiato?
Barista: Yes.

So I took my third choice drink and went home.

I had just taken off my shoes and put my purse away when my phone buzzed with a text from Ryan.

Can you get gas? Just got the notification that it's going up.

Put my shoes back on and retrieved my purse.

I should interject to say that when I commuted, I filled up my gas tank three times a week. I could pump gas in my SLEEP. {And on some early mornings, I think I did.} But when we got married, Ryan told me one of the ways he wanted to show his love to me was by filling up the gas tanks. He hated for me to stand out in the elements when he could do it. No arguments here. I will let you fill up my love AND gas tanks by being the designated fueler of the family. So it's been a good long while since I had to put gas in the car.

Of course the lines had started to form at the station, but I managed to get in quickly {AND had pulled up on the correct side AND managed to wrestle the stubborn cap off the tank}. I got out my card and stared at the pump. There were two places for cards. Where did mine go? Figured it out, and right about then, I realized a guy had pulled up behind me and I could only imagine what he was thinking as he watched me stare at that pump as though it was my first day to know about fuel. As I moved toward the correct card receptacle, I realized I didn't know which way the strip was supposed to go, so I fumbled around and got it put in. Answered the 10 question quiz required, hit the octane of my choice, grabbed the nozzle and....

...it would not go in the car. I jammed it around for a while before realizing....I had the diesel nozzle.

Oh good grief. I did not even make eye contact with the guy in the truck behind me. And I could only hope he was not posting me to Facebook right about then. "Look at this idiot woman trying to pump gas!" {I sure would have been tempted to post me to Facebook. Just sayin'.}

Finally pumped the gas, got my car put back together and high-tailed it out of there before the lines got worse. {I've seen that place be a near death trap in gas-is-going-up situations.}

I went home, only to find that UPS was making a delivery and had my driveway blocked. I wasn't the least bit mad about that because HELLO!!! UPS IS THERE!! PRESENTS HAVE ARRIVED! But while I waited, I sort of held up traffic on the whole road, so I'm guessing I was not the most popular driver in town.

After reading for a bit, I surrendered to a nap, and when Ryan got home that evening, he offered to take me to Wendy's for a Frosty. {This is a surefire way to fix any day, just in case you ever need to know.}

My view from the drive-thru pretty much crowned the day. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all:

Linking up with Tamar!