"Sunday Gratitude Trumps Sunday Grumpies"

Well, so much for that. Last weekend the plan was to HAVE a plan, so as to head off the Sunday Grumpies before they start. And this week, I SO had a plan. I knew that on Sunday I'd be headed to a wonderful celebration for my dear friend Val's 60th birthday. It was to be a girl party, at Pleasant Beach Hotel, on the bay, in the sunshine. What could go wrong? Well, can we say car trouble? Tim was heading up to pick up the kids from Sunday School and the car started this chugging. He came home, broke the news to me, called my dad to confer, and decided that it probably was the sparkplug wires. As I headed out to the party, he was working on the car. When I rolled back in the driveway, chauffeured by Sue, HE was the one to ask her to give me a ride to school for the next couple of days. Damn. September sucks! The party was wonderful, and yes, there is much to be thankful for, but the grumpies have me tonight. Drat.