Seriously. Sometimes I have nothing really to say.

Blew another tire on the Pilot today. That’s 3 tires (2 on the Pilot, one on the Sonata) in about 3 months. I could junk punch someone for that.

Been uuber tired lately. (No, Leslie, I’m not pregnant) I hate being tired. I’m a less than great everything when I’m tired. Wife, mom, instructor, human. I need to figure out what that’s about but I’m resisting the urge to google it lest I desire finding out 400 ways I’m going to die by Halloween.

That’s it, I’m a real hoot of a good time.