Where in the World is the Reset Button?

Do you ever wish that you could just push a reset button and start all over again? Well, I try to live my life with little regrets, but alas, every once in a blue moon I feel the urge to reach out and pound the @#$%^&* out of a reset button. Let me explain before you cart me off to the sanatorium (I know, this word isn't used much these days, but I'm bringing it back old school style, yo).

So, for starters, I had a quasi-blind date with a Serbian gent. Yep. Project "Dating the United Nations" in full effect. Anyway, I say that it was quasi-blind because I met him on that ever-so-popular-and-wonderful dating website www.chemistry.com (note the sarcasm here). Well, for starters, he did NOT look like the photo on the website. Now, I know there are many self-conscious women and men who love to post pics that do not truly reflect what they look like (I will not confirm nor deny whether I am one of them), but he REALLY didn't look like the profile pic. Furthermore, he speaks so low (think of the episode on Seinfeld where Jerry has to wear the poofy pirate shirt on national t.v. because he couldn't hear Kramer's girlfriend- and then lower it a few decibels). We also had nothing in common, other than having strong desires. My desire to flee the scene; his desire to commence with a pervy giggle while saying how attractive I am. Ew.

Needless to say, I fled. End scene.

This morning, Buster, my butt-munch of a cat, woke me up at the usual hour: 4:45 a.m. Love him. After tossing and turning for about an hour more, I decided to get up. I eventually meandered to Vons to pick up some breakfast vittles (for me, not Buster), pick up a thank you card for an intern, and then was driving along to work when all of a sudden, my BRAKE LINE broke. Everyone is safe, thanks for asking. I pulled over as safely as a near-heart attack can allow and met Jacob, the friendly mechanic at Kensington Auto Center. Ahhh, Kensington. Remind me to tell you about that little gem later. Anyway, the fact that a.) I did not kill my self, a pedestrian, or a Kensingtonesque lap dog, b.) managed to find a mechanic within spitting distance, and c.) rescued my vittles so I'd have something to snack on while I wait for a friend to pick me up, all reminds me of how blessed I really am. That and the fact that at least I'm not on my date from hell.