Please! Dude, I need a break.
As some of you know, Scott was injured in an accident at work about 3 weeks ago. He is still not well enough to go back to work. Which is stressful enough.
Then add in car repairs to BOTH cars to get them insured in BC. Sucks, right?
THEN add in that yesterday morning, on the way to work my car.....died. In the middle of the road. Just died.
I could not get it started. Remind anyone of anything?
None of the jackasses on the road seemed to notice I couldn't start my car OR the fact I had my flashers on. Instead they honked and yelled at me.
Don't worry. I gave them all the finger as they drove by without offering help.
I called Scott. He didn't answer. I called a co-worker, since I was only 4 blocks from work. Thank God he didn't answer, because when I called Scott again and he answered, I promptly burst out crying.
Shit, right?
With Scott on his way to help, I figured I might as well call for a tow truck. So I called my Dad to look up a tow company for me....and cried into the phone.
Dammit!
I like to think I am pretty tough, but I bet Scott and my parents would tell you that's not true. But in my defense, I slept poorly and had a headache before I left home. Add into that the fact that my car DIED in the middle of the road, I could not fix it myself, I was going to be late for work (which is a problem for me- I can't stand being late for anything), and I had to get help.
Ok, wouldn't you have cried too?
Both my Dad and Scott showed up, and so did a tow truck, shortly after. While the truck loaded up my car Scott accused me of running out of gas (which it turns out I didn't) and then he drove me to work.
Within a couple of hours I had a call from the repair shop. It wasn't pretty. It was downright ugly to be honest.
My lunch yesterday included french fries. And you would not blame me one bit, if you knew.
I picked up the car after work, and when I got home I got busy making dinner. Comfort food, all the way. I made this soup again and to accompany it, grilled cheese sandwiches.
Did it soothe me and make me forget my shit-tastic day? I'm not sure about that, but I can tell you, the drinks after dinner sure helped.
As some of you know, Scott was injured in an accident at work about 3 weeks ago. He is still not well enough to go back to work. Which is stressful enough.
Then add in car repairs to BOTH cars to get them insured in BC. Sucks, right?
THEN add in that yesterday morning, on the way to work my car.....died. In the middle of the road. Just died.
I could not get it started. Remind anyone of anything?
None of the jackasses on the road seemed to notice I couldn't start my car OR the fact I had my flashers on. Instead they honked and yelled at me.
Don't worry. I gave them all the finger as they drove by without offering help.
I called Scott. He didn't answer. I called a co-worker, since I was only 4 blocks from work. Thank God he didn't answer, because when I called Scott again and he answered, I promptly burst out crying.
Shit, right?
With Scott on his way to help, I figured I might as well call for a tow truck. So I called my Dad to look up a tow company for me....and cried into the phone.
Dammit!
I like to think I am pretty tough, but I bet Scott and my parents would tell you that's not true. But in my defense, I slept poorly and had a headache before I left home. Add into that the fact that my car DIED in the middle of the road, I could not fix it myself, I was going to be late for work (which is a problem for me- I can't stand being late for anything), and I had to get help.
Ok, wouldn't you have cried too?
Both my Dad and Scott showed up, and so did a tow truck, shortly after. While the truck loaded up my car Scott accused me of running out of gas (which it turns out I didn't) and then he drove me to work.
Within a couple of hours I had a call from the repair shop. It wasn't pretty. It was downright ugly to be honest.
My lunch yesterday included french fries. And you would not blame me one bit, if you knew.
I picked up the car after work, and when I got home I got busy making dinner. Comfort food, all the way. I made this soup again and to accompany it, grilled cheese sandwiches.
Did it soothe me and make me forget my shit-tastic day? I'm not sure about that, but I can tell you, the drinks after dinner sure helped.
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