A colleague needed to drop his car off at a mechanic yesterday morning and asked if I'd pick him up on my way to work. I did and then we stopped so I could fill my car up with gas. As we were chatting at the pump, he looked down and said, "You have a flat tire." So my morning started off with me also taking my car to a mechanic so I could get my tire repaired. Turns out I had a nail in it. How does that happen, anyway?

So I've decided that for my birthday this year, I'd like to have tea at the White Gardenia with friends. Hi, I'm 33, and I want a tea party. I've already told SkooterPie that this is what he can get me for my birthday. I have no idea what I'd like for Mother's Day. Jesse told his dad that they should get me something heart-shaped. Those two discussed it last night during an outing to Target. I got to stay home and enjoy a few minutes of a quiet house. I'm glad I didn't go because when they returned there was much arguing over the fact that SkooterPie ran over Jesse's foot twice with a shopping cart, which hurt really, really badly. Those two.

Every now and then all the people in the world who truly bug me fade in the shadow of one annoying person who has risen above all the rest. This week, that person is David Blaine.