Well last night about 11:30 ish I got a call from my husband. I was in bed heading towards sleep, the Feeb asleep for two hours, and I HATE getting phone calls so late from him because it worries me.
Luckily all was okay. The little Galant that could, had broken down. The boy was lucky enough to get off the interstate, and up under a street light before stopping. The engine quit and started spilling oil. Sucks for many reasons, the first two being we just bought a new battery for it, and the boy just put $50 in gas in it.
After paying $80 to have it towed, and $50 to have it looked at, the engine has a GIANT hole in the bottom somehow. This requires a new engine, and $2800 worth of work. We didn’t pay that much for the car. So for now we’re back to being a single car family.
ICK. But there are seriously worse things that could happen. We can borrow the Grandma’s trailblazer when we need it, and once we figure out this house thing, and get another baby on the way - we’re heading to minivan land anyway.
Just ANOTHER STUPID thing. If you know what I mean.
Anyway after waiting until 12:30 for the tow truck, taking the boy’s friend home, and getting home it was about 1:30 before we got the Feebus to bed, and us to bed. Then right at 6:30 this morning the wee one was up and at ‘em.
I AM SUPPOSED TO BE GOING TO DES MOINES TODAY. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT IF I’M FALLING ASLEEP SITTING HERE.
I’m going to drink Diet Coke and smoke today. I can feel it. :( GRRRRRR!
