I am such a pouter. That is, I pout a lot.
So last night we go to my IL's to work on the race car. I really didn't want to be there. The plan was that John would have this list of stuff to buy and his mom and I would go to the store to pick up the parts. Well, there was no list... he had to work on creating the list. So, I had to wait. Plus, then there's the fact that the car was bent and they supposedly put it back. Well, it's not back. It's back close to where it was, but it's not right. That worries me... I'm worried that its not safe. I don't like looking at it and seeing all the imperfections in the frame. Plus, I didn't want to get greasy. Some days that's fine, but other days, I'm really not in the mood to get "car dirty". So what did I do? I went in the house and started watching Star Trek, The Next Generation (TNG). They're running a five day marathon on TNN. I love TNG! And I sat there. Pouting.
I had my own car. I could have went home and worked on the house. I could have done laundry. I could have done any number of things! But I sat there.
I really hate that about me.