I have known myself for almost 38 years now and I still don’t understand myself. Why do I bother trying to make plans if I’m still gonna wait to the last minute to do everything on my list.

For instance, I’ve known for months now that I was going out of town this weekend. Originally my CPs and I were going together but due to some unforseeable events, we’ve postponed our group gathering until later. But I’m still going.

Now, I’ve known that I would need to get the oil changed before I left. Did I do that last week? No. Did I do it during the holidays when I had time off? No. When am I having it done? This morning. When am I leaving? This afternoon.

Apparently a couple of weeks ago we ran over a screw and the driver’s side front tire has been leaking air ever since. Have we had it repaired? Um, yes. Today. We’re having it repaired today.

Am I packed? Hah!
Do I have my music picked out for the road? Nope.
Have I put a new book on my mp3 player and charged it? Negatory.

And when did I say I was leaving? Today. After lunch.

What am I doing now (besides blogging)? I’m at work–finishing up some stuff here that needs to be done before I leave. Then I guess I’ll pick up the car from the shop, (after my dentist appointment of course, because GOD FORBID I make that appointment for another day) then I’ll pack, grab the mp3 player and the charger and charge it when I get to the lake. I’m supposed to leave by 2:00…

Taking bets now–will I make my 2:00 departure time?