Y'all.  

I officially won the girliest dumbest girl of the year award today my peeps.

My car wouldn't start last night. My friend Sarah gave me a ride home from work and started telling me about all the problems she had with her same make and model as mine car. She told me it might be my starter. Sounded good.

Call AAA today. Tow boy comes out. Asks me what I think is wrong. All knowingly I puff out my chest - 'I think it's the starter.'

I had a dead battery.

He jumped it and just gave me a look like - dumb girl. He asks me when I had the battery replaced.

I give him my blank stare.

He slowly says: 'Have you put a new battery in the car since you've owned it?'

I say: 'Nooo?' in that completely female question-answer.

So, I need to go get a new battery. But at least it wasn't my starter, right?

Always looking for the silver lining, that's me.

Ever the optimist.

A boy broke up with me once for that. He couldn't take my "childish" outlook. Granted, he never used that word, but I knew it was taking all he had not too. Just that look, and the pat on the knee and that smirk. Oh, Hannah, that's such a sweet way to look at things.

I'll introduce you guys too him sometime. But not now. American Beauty is on HBO in 10.

Adios, amigos.