Sometimes you win...

( I don't normally blog on Saturdays, but when I do it's usually to rant. Also, can we talk about my vest? )

Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down

I go the highway patrol station to have my vehicle inspected to begin the process of getting it registered in KS. DMV freaks out because the title, which was signed over to me by my father, appears to have my name spelled wrong. The “i” and the “n” in my last name are bleeding together so it looks like a “d"–my dad’s letters always bleed together–and they think that the title is void because of this error. I insist that it’s my father’s handwriting and he couldn’t have possibly misspelled it. After scrutinizing the title for what feels like forever they give me the paperwork I need, but warn me I’ll probably run into further issues at the DMV. Lovely.

Following that mess, I swing by the pharmacy to pick up an Rx. The lady at the counter tells me the Rx was picked up and sold yesterday. Um, not possible. She insists and insists that it was sold to someone. I tell her it wasn’t me. Or anyone I know. (I’m in the drive through, mind you, with my window rolled down for 10 minutes. Brr.) Finally, after her supervisor comes over and looks into the situation he finally figures out she was looking at the records from 2014. Happy new year, lady. (Oh, and I didn’t even get the Rx.)

Next I head to the gym for yoga because my body is still in so much pain from Thursday’s workout that yoga is about the only form of activity I could possibly manage. Turns out they’ve changed the schedule. No more yoga. And, no, the schedule has not been updated online which is what I double-checked before heading to the gym in the first place. Of course I man up and do the bootcamp workout, and leave feeling alive (physically drained).

Sometimes you win, sometimes you go home, make coffee, stuff your face with semisweet chocolate chips (which in my book is still a win), and smile at the way life keeps you on your toes.