Donna Reed, No. Lucy Ricardo, Yes!!!

You know those type of women that seem like they have it together? They look like a million bucks no matter where they are, when they walk they glide through the air, everything they touch and do is successful. Yeah, that's not me. I've been known to wear my Piggly Wiggly T-shirt's and jeans, I trip over air almost on a weekly basis, and almost everything I touch breaks. Donna Reed, absolutely not. Goofy Lucy Ricardo, yes. Poor Lucy, bless her little heart. She tries her best and for unknown reasons she gets herself in a mess. That is the story my life, y'all.

Yesterday I was meeting a friend for lunch. I finished up an appointment early and for the first time had some time to kill. I decided to run my car through one of those drive through car washes. We've gotten a few showers in Houston the past few weeks (not complaining because we need it). So, here I am driving through the car wash (you know, that tunnel thing). There's a young man (employee) waving me through. He's going to dry my car once I exit (not bad, I don't even have to get out of my car). Just as I reach the end I think I'm 100% out of the tunnel, right? Nope! I roll down my window to ask him a question and out of nowhere a water cannon goes off shooting me on the side of my face. It felt like someone had slugged me it was so much water. I quickly rolled up the window but electric takes it's sweet time. By the time I completely rolled out of the car wash I was soaking wet and so was the inside of my car. The young man is now rolling in laughter as well as the 50 other people standing there pointing. I felt like a complete idiot.

To make matters worse I had to go to lunch looking like a drowned rat. As soon as I stepped inside the restaurant my friend looked at me funny. Then looked outside at the sunny and dry afternoon. "Did it rain?" she asked while all trying to figure out why I'm soaking wet. "No, I had a incident at the car wash." She and the other patrons began chuckling. Does this stuff happen to anyone else or is it just me?