We've all heard that bad things come in threes. I may be feeling a bit sorry for myself, but I think I got more that three this time around. Or maybe I'm starting on my next three, who knows.
First my sink plugs up and in trying to solve that problem (#1), we find our counter is falling apart and my cupboards are rotting. So we decide to bite the bullet and re-do our kitchen (#2) [now this may seem like a good thing, but at the same time I've been without a kitchen for more than a week, let alone the huge expense, so I've felt like it's been a problem]. Then I get gout again - trust me that's a problem (#3). Ok, that's three, I should be okay for a while - right?
Nope. Before my kitchen is back together (still missing the counter - but the rest is great) Anthony's car "throws a rod", and yes, it's as bad as it sounds - dead engine! So we can either get a new (no, let me re-phrase) - refurbished old engine put in and hope it lasts a while (it's only guaranteed for 30 days) or we get a new (oops, I mean used) car. I call that big ugly problem #4.
So the magic mobile, or "billboard" as Jessica calls it, is dead. We need another car, and fast. Someone in my office suggested the goverment surplus place, so Anthony went down and found a Ford Taurus that was a city car not a cop car for less than $2500 in good condition, besides the 100k miles. Ugh, can you believe we got a FORD? It just seems so wrong not to have a Toyota. Oh well, could be worse, right?
1 year ago