Seriously, I'm looking for the cameras! I went to the bank for cash to pay for car parts (credit cards frozen due to the online charges that weren't me)...
Cuz yea, my stupid car shredded a belt this weekend. Turned out to be not awful because I'd just gotten OFF of I80 & I have a mechanic who loves me and a husband who knows how to diagnose problems. *snuggs for ya both* It was kinda awesome to have two motorcycles show up to fix an undrivable car. Most stressful part was the creepy guy who wanted to hang out with me while I waited for help. His name was Steve and he just got out of jail....ya that's the best part of all his stories...it was a long couple hours.
...and the stupid bank people kept my license by accident (and I didn't notice cuz mom called me while I was there). So (three u truns later) when I got to NAPA *I love having my own personal parts man thanks Matt!* I figured out that I didn't have my ID. So I got parts, and stopped at Kirks shop, to drop them off *at least that was easy*, dodged awkward conversations, and finally got home to snarf down a salad, check my email and make sure I didn't have any more errands to run before Scott tears my car apart tonight. As I'm taking the first bite the phone rings it's the bank letting me know what I need to do to get my ID back (apparently just being me and knowing my details isn't enough). So I go back to the desk and my salad has been deposited into the bird cage by the cats. GRRRRRRRRR.
I mean really does that sound like a normal bad luck stretch? What did I do? Tomorrow do I get hit by a bus? Nope, just joking *cringes*. I so need a little stress free quiet time! But I'm off to the bank now, and then to the grocery store.
Oh, mom's phone call was about Grandpa being home from the hospital. They want him to see a pulmonary specialist at McKay Dee next month, but they finally sent him home & Dixie's taking care of him today and tomorrow so Mom could go to St. G with Glenn (visiting his kids and transporting....stuff...both directions). So hooray.
I'm gonna go get a slurpee and pretend I'm sitting on the horsey swings at the park by the youth center in smithfield....that'll make me feel better, hopefully, it worked when I was 6.
Y'all have a better day than me okay? I'll have a better one tomorrow.
-m
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