Fate was peeking at my well-managed budget and planning this year, saw that I was far too calm, and thought to itself: "Ha, where is her challenge?"
In order to keep me on my toes, Fate gave me a car that stalled while I was driving down the street. Being extremely lucky the quick-thinking action hero I am, I threw it into neutral, started it and continued cruising with no one the wiser...except me. After a day spent rationalizing the stall incident, I relented after practicing my race car driver technique for the 3rd time and called my mechanic.
Having a car in the shop lead to a slew of thoughts not all of which involved anxiety attacks and crying in my beer Some I thought to share:
1) Sunnyville children are not meant to walk to school on the coldest morning of the year - their moms aren't either. Running into a friend at drop-off helps to get home more quickly and allows Boy's bike to be there for his return home, not that I would have stolen it...
2) When borrowing one of my sister's cars I was presented with a gas dilemma. What in the heck does "range=LOW" mean?? How can a car go from "range=36 miles" to "LOW" in 1/10 of a mile anyway??
3) Also in borrowed car, what in the heck are all these buttons and doohickeys for? It is a car, can't it just go? and with all these buttons and doohickeys WHY can't it tell me how far until I run out of gas??
4) Christmas shopping while talking to the mechanic about prices definitely brings out the bargain hunter in me. (Do they sell American Girl accessories at Goodwill?)
5) Hmm, is it too early to spike the eggnog?
6) God must have wanted me to be a clown, because He sure does expect me to juggle.
It's never too early to spike the egg nog! Come on over, I have a nice stiff one already waiting for you. I hope that you get an early gift from the mechanic in the form of good and cheap repairs.
ReplyDeleteI'm with WeaselMomma. It's NEVER too early to spike the egg nog!
ReplyDeleteFate can be a . . . well, just not nice. I hope the car repairs don't break the budget and are done right.
I speak from experience when I say I truly sympathize. We've spent lots on The Oldest's car only to have her stall out on the expressway on her way home at 1:30 a.m.
Cars. Sigh.