God is laughing at me. Laughing hysterically.

First, let me say that I have developed a new-found fear of merging.

I also had a different post planned for today, but ya'll will have to wait for tomorrow because the lesson of the day is to be careful what you ask Jesus for because He may give it to you.

I talk to Jesus about every last thing, so the upcoming insurance situation was on the list of conversation topics between me and Him last night. I told Him that I understand that this process can't necessarily be easy, but I'd like it to be cohesive if at all possible pretty please with sugar on top.

And He answered me. In a way that I'm quite certain was designed to garner a little chuckle for Him.

The plan this morning was for the tow truck driver to come to the apartment to get my car, and then take me and the Escape to the dealership to deal with the issue. The tow truck driver was coming from Plano (another story), and he said it would be sometime between ten and eleven in the morning.

So, since I wouldn't be going directly to work I chilled on the couch. At 9:15, I decided to get in the shower and go ahead and get ready before The Tow Truck Guy called. Except, as I put the conditioner in my hair, I hear the phone ring.

The phone in the living room on the coffee table.

And while I tend to have deep, profound thoughts whilst in the shower, I don't always have common sense or problem-solving skills. Upon hearing the phone ring, I turn the water off and jump out of the shower. I run across the apartment hoping to God that no one was out walking their dogs past my open living room blinds, grab the phone and run back to the shower. Where I talk to the guy. In the shower. With the water turned off. And the conditioner still in my hair.

Towing guy said he was on his way. I finish my shower, assuming he is coming from Plano. As I try to get the tangles out of my wet hair, he calls again saying he's outside by my car waiting for me.

I'm not dressed at this point. And since I hate making people wait on me more than anything, I throw on the only clothes I can find, which surprisingly match and rush out the door. That's the point where I figure out my tank top is not actually dry per se.

We hop into the tow truck and drive over to the dealership, where I try to nervous-talk through the whole insurance process. It was remarkably simple, and within thirty minutes, I was walking out the door with the keys to a rental car that is definitely smaller than it should be and quite noticeably resembles an egg.

I think He's also laughing a me everytime He watches me try to get out of The Egg. It's pretty much on the ground, and this suv driver is not used to having to climb out of a car.

There's nothing ladylike about it.