The following was an email, nay, a desperate cry for help that I sent yesterday to my nearest and dearest. Those who would understand and love me anyway. They have to- it’s in their contracts. The response this email received made me realize I should probably broaden my plea to include all of the internets.…

Jon’s car is on the fritz and we’ve been trying to make it on one car until we can afford a big car repair bill. He had to work late last night so when it was time to get him I just hopped in my car and went. Without shoes, but more importantly, without pants.…