How many women does it take to use jumper cables effectively?

Actually there was only 3 of them actually doing anything, the rest of us were watching and cracking jokes. This all happened after work, around 6pm. A Grandparent of one of the little girls was already locked out of her car waiting for AAA when I saw a group of my co-workers huddles around "Tundra's" truck. (I am told this is her nickname...........I didn't ask why) Or her mother-in-law's truck which was hooked up to "Mel's" car. Now "Tundra's" truck(or whomsoever it is) is pretty tricky and apparently the problem was that the fuel pump switch was left on and drained the battery. So repeatedly she tried to start the truck and not much happened, after numerous life-threatening phone calls to her husband who is the reason we are all in this predicament, and after about 20 minutes Mel takes a look and says "THE JUMPER CABLES AREN'T EVEN ON RIGHT!!!" ARGHHHHH! Six women, wait no!!! Seven women and 20 minutes later and the stupid cables aren't even connected! Where are the stinkin' men when you need em'??!!! Excluding Tundra's husband which to remind you is why we are in this situation. So after about another 10 minutes is shutters to a rumbling start and they putter off and hopefully made it home. And all of this is after another fantastic day at Sunny Side, of which a little 3 year old girl pooped in her pants but her panties were too big so the turd slid down her leg and splattered on the floor which made an unimaginable mess. I didn't see it thank heavens but I'm sure it was lots of fun! Thank Goodness for the teacher the little girl was an employee child so her mom got to clean up. Oh and I weighed myself this morning and I've gained!!! But I refuse to give up........someday I will not feel my butt cheeks slapping together in rhythmic beats when I attempt to do a jumping jack. And someday I will stare at the most beautiful, scrumptious dessert and laugh in it's face(if it had a face) instead of hoovering it and feeling terrible later. And maybe, just maybe someday if I actually stick with it long enough my dress size will be back in the single digits. So as this day comes to an end I am sure of one thing: something equally or more interesting will happen tomorrow.