I can't decide if this makes me a dork or if it makes me awesome.
I was in a car accident earlier this week (that is not the dork/awesome part). No one was hurt, but the vehicle wasn't safe for transporting the goat rodeo. I hopped on the see-saw that is the party at fault's insurance. Well, I was on the see-saw. They were hiding behind the school building refusing to even come out and play. They promised to get the ball rolling. Then they didn't, but promised the next morning. Then didn't. So I turned it over to my insurance.
All this left me without a working vehicle all week. Today, we got wheels. Where was the first place we took these wheels? We went to the library.
That, right there, is the part that leaves me uncertain.
I don't really care. If it crowns me as the queen of the dorks, I'll proudly wear that crown. The library rocks and I'm not ashamed to admit it.