It fucking pours . . .

Okay - so we got over Hubby's drama.

We got over Munchkin's drama (after another visit to the doc's office, a few immunization shots, then a fever of 101.5, natch).

The weekend was lovely. I did pracitally nothing. Kidlet had her school band concert on Friday (they have progressed over the school year). Saturday and Sunday, I vegged. Hubby took the kids out shopping both days. I had some alone time in the house (which I treasure). Kidlet made a cake on Sunday. We watched some good movies. Just relaxed.

Then came today.

Got to work - no problem. Went to the doctor. Not too much of a problem, except the nurse couldn't seem to find my blood pressure. (Doc took it later - 122/80 - good as gold) Got two prescriptions. Coolness. Came back to work to pick up a co-worker so we could go to Costco to pick up a bouquet of flowers for a wonderful lady I work with who's grandmother died.

While at Costco, I realized that we would need a vase. Costco doesn't sell vases. Okay - so I dropped the coworker off with the flowers back at work, and headed over to the nearby Target for a vase.

That's when my problem started.

I stopped for a red light. Light turned green. I put my car into first when I heard and felt a very ugly crunching sound coming from my gearshift. I tried to put my car into another gear, and all the shifter did was wobble around in it's little boxy thing. At least my car was in gear, so I hobbled it over to the nearest parking lot, and called the insurance company for a tow.


I have absolutely no idea how much this is going to cost me. It's at the dealership now (read: $100 just to look at it), and I've rented possibly the ugliest car known to man - a Chevy Aveo. Who in their right mind designed this piece of crap car???





I get it going down the road, and realize I can't figure out how to put it in park. It has some sort of weird design on the automatic shift. I called the rental car agency, and they told me that once I get it into neutral, I have to push the stupid shifter down, then put it in park. Well, it would have been nice to know before I left the dealership..

So, I get to Target (finally) to get the vase and a card. I go to lock the door, and the damned thing won't lock! So, I call the rental agency AGAIN and tell them the door won't lock. They tell me it's manual, and to push it down. Well, DUH! I can figure that much out about a car. I told them I already tried that, and it don't work. They tell me to bring it on back. When I get back to the agency, the nice lady there tells me it's a safety feature so people won't lock their keys in the car, and I have to lock it from the outside with a key.

Again, it would have been nice to know BEFORE I left the damned rental car place.

By the time I got back to work, essentially, it was time to go home.

Happy fucking birthday to me.