desperate housewife for a day...

I had to pick up my niece from school today... but despite my best impersonation of a desperate housewife somehow I felt out of place standing next to all the other parents. I didn't have anything to contribute to the conversation about diesel trucks, fuel pumps, and mileage on the family minivans. Really... I was crying inside because I didn't have any horror stories to share about getting a fuel pump replaced... or any stories to share about the joys of diesel in the summer.