Look Away! I'm hideous!!

What do you get when you combine an extra hot weekend with sensitive skin? HEAT RASH!! Woo Hoo!! And just for kicks, let's put it right on my chest and neck so there is no freakin' way to cover it up save a turtle neck (in May? Hickies anyone?). Nope, I just have to leave my ample, yet rash-covered, bosom exposed for all to see (and point and laugh and call me unclean).

Save yourselves. Look away. It's not pretty.

Laurie Ann and the Very Bad Awful Day

I had a meeting first thing this morning. I had to be there by 8:30. It was important that I be on time because neither my boss nor one of her counterparts from the Steering Committee were going to be in attendance. I was bringing all the registration materials, the sign-in sheets, the food and the all-important coffee. I was rushed when I left the office last night, so I forgot the sign-in sheets. RATS!

I stopped by the office at 8:00 and no one was there. Crap! I ran over to Ralphs to pick up some fruit and bagels, then back to the office. My computer was sooooo slow and I couldn't get the sign in sheets printed fast enough. It was 8:20 when I left the office. I still had to run to Starbucks before heading to the meeting, which, fortunately, was just down at the Swim Center at USC.

I ran into Starbucks, got the coffee travelers, and put them in my trunk with the rest of the food. I strapped myself in and began backing out of my spot. I looked over my right shoulder, no one was in the way, so I gave it some gas and backed out.

Then I collided with a silver Nissan Pathfinder who was also backing out of a parking spot on the other side of the lane.

Lo, the string of obscenities that flowed from these lips before I got out of the car. Pablo, a co-worker, called at precisely that moment and I told him what happened. Luckily, he was at the meeting and told them all I would be late. At this point, I just threw up my hands and resigned myself to the rotten day that lay before me.

Here are some photos of my poor Jamie and her rear end damage. Okay, so it's not as bad as I made it seem to the people I spoke with today, but it's still bad. The trunk is messed up.















I had other pictures on here, but Blogger is a bitch and didn't want to format correctly.
Sad little car. Sad Laurie Ann.