I am going back to my parents' house tomorrow for Thanksgiving, and I won't be coming back until Friday. As such, I planned to do a lot of cleaning and stuff tonight so that I'm not returning to a shit hole.
Sadly, I was called upon by my friend Kelley to help her with her car. Her car's battery was dead, beyond the point of being jump-started. And she had a flat tire. Paul, her boyfriend, was trapped at home with the godbabies because they both share the one car, and Kelley had the car at work.
So I met Kelley at work, and I took her to Walmart so she could buy a new battery. (I also needed to go to Walmart anyway to buy a pet carrier for my cat). We returned to her car with the battery, realizing only then that we did not have a wrench. So we hopped back in my car and drove to my apartment (which is right by Walmart, where we had just come from). I grabbed my toolbox and my socket wrench set under the premise of "just in case."
We got back to her car for a second time, popped the hood, and I proceeded to change the battery. I had never ever done this before. I know next to nothing about cars. I only recently learned how to change a tire earlier this year. Luckily, though, I was successful in changing the battery, and then I replaced her flat tire.
Long story short: I was ultra manly with my car repair and excessive amounts of tools tonight. I was rewarded by following her to her apartment, playing with my godbabies, and drinking some equally masculine hot chocolate with Baileys.