There should be some things you should know about me.
Like how I can eat an entire jar of pickles for dinner and how clowns literally scare the bejesus out of me.
I just don't trust clowns.
You can't be that happy all the time.
Oh and people dressed in mascot costumes.
There are things I am REALLY great at, that just come to me...like poofing hair.
I hate flat hair, there isn't a day that I don't have a poof...ponytails with out a poof, I don't know what that is.
Also, Make-up...I know my shiz.
Now, here are things I am NOT good at.
Rolling those dang Pillsbury Crescent rolls
and anything and everything that has to do with my car.
For example. On Saturday I took my car to my local tire/oil changing place and had them check the air in my tires. First the guy asks me some questions like,"Do you know how much air is supposed to be in your tires?" and "Have you noticed your car driving any differently?"
First off...is it written on the tire or something on how much air is supposed to be in them, because if not, I have no idea what it should be. Second, I haven't noticed my car acting funny since that one time I drove around for a week hearing this strange noise and thought it was my back window, only to find out that when I pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot my tire was FLAT, like dangerously flat.
I know, I know...you would think I would have noticed that...apparently I am oblivious.
Back to Saturday, the owner comes out to spray some stuff on my tire to see if there is a leak, and while she is doing this she asks me, "When was the last night you put air in your tires?" Again...no clue. I really should pay more attention. All in all, my tire is fine for now, but I will need a new one.
The lady offered to teach me a thing or two about cars...and I offered to poof her hair.
I'd say it's a win win.