The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Background Information: During the trip out to the Land of Far, Far Away I ended up with a chip in my windshield that compounded with lots of traveling and cold weather turned into a large crack in my windshield. This being said, thank goodness for glass coverage!

Waking up Hubby:

Me: It is snowing outside! SIGH

Hubby: Oh yea? Well drive slow.

Me: BUT, you told me to take your truck today so the car could get fixed…

Hubby: Yea, so?

Me: But, I don’t know HOW to drive in snow….so I can’t be held responsible for damages…unless SOMEONE wants to drive me to work….

Hubby: Want me to drive you?

Me: Yes, but cause you want too…not cause you love your baby (truck) more than me, right? (wink, wink)

Hubby: grunts

Hence the evil genius wins again….

This is my car. It just came back from the shop, remember?

Well, long story short. My car HATES me. I don’t know why.

Today, it stuck its’ middle finger out at me. In the form of the “service engine soon” light.

REALLY, car? REALLY? Why do you hate me? 

Back to Sears in the morning. UGH. I have a hunch they will be excited to see me.

At this point, we are all BFF’s.

Talking on the phone to Hubby, after finally getting my car back (it had been shrieking and making weird noises) and they had it for a week and 2 days! You don’t realize how hard it is to go without a car, til you are car-less!

Me (clearly SUPER excited to have my car back): It’s amazing! My car is like NEW! It doesn’t make any noises anymore when I am driving, it is, LIKE, quiet.

Hubby: Hmmmm that’s good, so clearly it was worth the 13oo dollars then?

Me: Totally. Maybe it will last FOREVER now…it’s like it had its’ second wind.

Hubby: Ok, that’s good. So you better start making the money back on it. Go pimp yourself out…..

Clearly, a loving Hubby, no?

And on that note, my friends, I had better get to work….any donors out there?

Dear Car:

I don’t understand why you are trying to kill me. I mean, I’ve always taken pretty good care of you. Yea, ok, maybe you are in dire need of a good bath, but other than that we’ve had our good times, right? So why do you hate me? And why do the car people at Sears keep telling me you need a new EVERY.THING? I drew the line when they told me you needed a snorkel. What the heck IS that anyways? Were you (in another life) a car from James Bond that had secret swimming powers?  Car, we need to try and get along better. It’s not you, it’s me. I can be nicer, really. Just tell me what you want…..

You are trying my patience. You constantly sputter, shake and shriek. And for what reason?

My only guess is that you are trying to transform into a witch for Halloween.

But Car, it’s not Halloween just yet…..