D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T Woman.

UPDATE: I won't go into detail, but please see above photo for proof of my most recent car work...need I repeat myself, I. can't. wait. to. never. get. greasy. again.

All the time I am so ready to have a man in my life every single day. Maybe that sentence didn't make sense to each of you, let me explain...I am engaged to the most hunky, perfect, do-it-all man in the whole world. He can change tires and oil, move the hugest piece of furniture by himself, clean a bathroom immaculately without breaking a sweat, bake a dozen cookies to perfection, build and upholster the most gorgeous headboard you've ever seen, refinish furniture flawlessly, lay tile, rehang lighting and fans...people, be amazed, this is The Karl Burton we're talking about. As fabulous as he is, I have had to live without him in my daily life for the past 2 1/2 years. We have had a long distance relationship since day 1 of our dating career and I couldn't be more ready for the "long distance" part to be done! Back to Karl's list of things he is great at...I have yet to benefit from the list in it's entirety. I have learned to become an I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T woman over the course of my 4 years up here at school. Allow me to humor myself and share with you the morning I endured...

I went home for Thanksgiving via the plane ticket my parents graciously bought me (if you've never made the drive from Fayetteville to Arlington, don't. It's 6 full hours of misery.). Naturally I left my car keys at home in Texas and didn't realize it until after my flight back to Arkansas when I turned my phone on to see the onslaught of texts from my parents reading, "don't get on the plane! left keys!" and "take later flight! keys here at home!" Too late. And onset of crying. But the good news is that I had a spare key. The bad news is that my car alarm won't let me start my car until I unlock my car with the remote, which is in Texas, which makes the fact that I have a spare key irrelevant. Let me just cut to the chase here. Picture me, on speakerphone with Car Toys in Arlington (the genius' behind my car alarm that wouldn't stop going off), with my head underneath my pedals trying to figure out how to obliterate the alarm system. This is like putting Bruce Jenner in Neimans and leaving him in charge of registering Khloe for all of her wedding gifts. Bad. So, naturally, I stole my car today. I, Hannah Cuppett, queen of all things non-greasy, non-car, non-electrical, disengaged my car alarm and stole my own car today.

How 'bout a round of applause?

So, back to my original point...As nice as it's been to be all "girl power" and independent woman, I'm over it. I've pat myself on the back for changing my own car battery, at night, in the Pi Phi parking lot, with a flashlight in my mouth, using my Sorority Sister's floral tool kit. I've held my head high for putting air in my own tires. I've treated myself to Braum's for disengaging my car alarm and then hooking it back up. I've indulged in a shopping trip for jumping my car, twice, and Jill's car, once. And the list goes on. As the saying goes, "Don't knock it 'till you've tried it." Well, i've tried it. And I'm knocking it. Knocking it off my list of things to try and knocking it off my list of things I want to do in the future.

I CAN'T WAIT TILL KARL CAN DO MAN STUFF FOR ME, because I'm tired of doing it myself. Amen.