coat: Target, top: sister hand-me-down, black skinnies: Ross, boots: Cathy Jean, clutch: c/o See Kate Sew
Chas and I hardly ever watch T.V. and even though Chas is a film guy, I can only take a max of 1 movie a week before my brain starts to become mush and I feel disconnected from my husband.
And because we stream Netflix through our DVD player, we hardly ever hit up the local Rebox for a movie.
We have serious problems when it comes to actually returning a Redbox movie.
So Saturday night, on a whim, we picked up a Redbox movie and the whole time we're promising each other that this time we'll return it the next day.
Fast forward to Tuesday night.
It's late and I'm picking up Chas from his long work day.
We remember that the movie is still sitting at home and notice we have exactly 10 minutes to return it before we get charged for another day.
The race is on.
The deadline for returns is 9pm.
We return the movie at 9:03pm.
Fail blog but
"A" for effort.
Then we realize the car is almost out of gas so we stop by the gas station to fill up.
As we pull out of the gas station, we get a flat.
Chas bundles up and starts the process of changing the tire.
...2 hours later (and after help from the Barber Shop guys across the street), the tire is changed and we're ready to drive the 8 blocks home.
But the car won't start.
Apparently I hadn't turned the engine all the way off and so the battery had been running the whole time and was now dead.
I call to enlist my friend's husband.
Aaron comes and saves the day with his car and jumper cables.
And then we finally drive home.
And that, my friends, is why we will never rent from Redbox again.
(And the movie was dumb.)