"Like It or Not."

Saturday, November 7, 2009
4:12 PM  You think you're soooo funnyyyy...

Before I write anything else, I want you to read my horoscope for today:

"Dear Tara,

Here is your horoscope for

Saturday, November 7:

Transportation issues are a fairly big deal for you today, though they aren't anywhere near catastrophic. In fact, you may get a deal on a car or find some way to cut time off of your commute."

Done?  Okay, good.  So, this is the horoscope I woke up to this morning.  I woke up at 7:30 (on a Saturday morning...why God, why???) and blindly felt around on my nightstand for my phone, which was blinking with this message.  I set my phone down, laid in bed pondering my life's poor decisions for about an hour, and finally got up and got ready for work.  But when I went to actually leave for work there was a problem...
 
My car was gone.
 
Now, I'm using the term "my car" loosely because, as my parents are soooo quick to point out, it's not mine.  I didn't buy it.  I have no rights to it.  Blah blah blah.  But, nevertheless, it is the car I drive, um, everywhere.  So for the sake of this post, it's my car.
 
Anywhoozle, I was running late as it was (all that pondering my life's poor decisions took a while), so I was unhappy to discover that my parents had let Kaitlyn take "my" car.  Now, we own (and by "we" I mean Kathy and Mike) four cars, so in theory, this shouldn't be an issue.  Kaitlyn took "my" car to the SATs.  That leaves three cars (See?  Who says COM students can't do math?).  Now, it just so happens that Dad was out getting his hair cut.  Okay, two cars.  And it just so happens that Stephanie, who is home this weekend, was out galavanting with her boyfriend (probably, I don't know what she was doing).  So, that leaves us with one car.  Which would be fine... if someone had left me a key to said car.
 
And it was at the moment that I realized I wasn't going to make it to work on time that I also remembered my horoscope for today.  And I couldn't help but look up at the ceiling and shake my head at the Universe.  Because, clearly, someone up there is playing a practical joke on me.
 
So this is for the skeptics, because, to be fair, I was warned.
 
And, really, I was doubly warned because yesterday's horoscope...
 
"Someone close needs to hear how you're doing, and you've got to be brutally honest with them. It's not a question of feelings at this point -- everyone needs to be on the same page, like it or not!"

 ...was painfully accurate too.
 
I'm scared for tomorrow.
 
Love,
Tara