I hate Tuesdays...
So Tuesday morning I head to work with my headlights on in the rain. I get outta da car and go into work. I come out around lunch time to my car and noticed the alarm clicker wasn't working. So I mannually open the door and sit in the car. I go to put my key in the ignition. Nothing. I look at my light switch. It's STILL on.
So I turn it off. Then the alarm starts freaking out and WON'T disarm. So I go back into work and make a few phone calls to John saying I need him to jump me off. I come out from work in the afternoon and I notice my car is slanted. I got a left rear flat tire. Big ol' gash in it on the inside. So my day was pretty shitty. Got it jump started, had to drive home, get the spare 14", drive back and put that on to get it home. I told John Saturday while we were at the shop with the red coupe getting the tranny replaced, "I think we should ask Mark about a tire." "You don't need one." Yep, krama. That's what I get for listening to a man.
Of course he bitched at me because I bitched at him to come save me with my dilema. Got home from work FINALLY at 9pm yesterday.
So moral of the story is... my vacation plans to NC and FL are foiled now because I gotta pay for all this s**t for the car. So anyone wanna get shitfaced together during the week of July 28th - August 5th?