I dozed with that wonderful thought last night, eagerly waiting for sunrise. But the rays from my dusty window didn't wake me up, but a frantic other half did. He was furious as the car refused to start. The neighbour next door was helpful to jumpstart it for us, still, the car wasn't budging. The car sounded like it needed an inhaler. I pitied the little guy, I know how tiring it is to try and breathe that way. I am asthmatic, perhaps it was too, I figured.
My husband soon reached for the phone and called the helpline for a tow truck. As he was giving all the details, I sneaked out of the house, slipped into the car, rubbed it a few times saying ".bismillahirahhmanirahim...alright, I know you are tired, I am too. But please just this once, start for me please" before turning the key on. First attempt didn't result in anything. Then, for the second time after much coaxing from me, the car purred. I could hear my husband screaming from inside. Alhamdulillah! Dusted my hands, blew my nails, pulled up the collar of my jersey and went inside proudly heeeeee. We both jumped like we have just won a million ringgit!
I guess when good feelings supersede your attitude, anything will go your way.
I have 4 cakes to complete, clothes to iron, house to clean up and bags to pack before I leave for my hometown. I am all pumped up.
I love Fridays!