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kyburgThat about sums it up.
The car decided to get in on the action Sunday by deciding now was a good time for a new transmission.
Saturday, I had enough umph to pick the car up from the body shop (yeah, it just came of the shop for the little fender bender Jim did....), go search for boxes, get bread and something to drink (as well as boxes) from Sam's Club and died for a couple of hours before driving in to get him. Jim had to work Saturday. Suckage.
We then went to see Lilo & Stich and discovered leaving the theater that the car was not cooperative.
Sunday, it decided not to move anymore...halfway to the rental car agency. Luckily, a good Samaritan helped Jim push the car off the road and take us the rest of the way to the airport. (A guy with a TBN sticker and a Harvest Festival stumperbicker, go fig.)
So the car is now in the shop and I'm braced to hear the worst. Multiple hundreds. *sigh*
And I'm ready to go back to battle with the HOA - their contractor came out, patched the hole in the ceiling and said their job was done. Without checking the upstairs sub-floor. That likely will leak like a sieve. Jim is home, so I had him call the flooring company (who works for me and Allstate) and they assured him that no, THEY will be taking care of that. *whew*
Then, we had an appointment to tour a timeshare on Sunday. They were going to put us up at the facility for two nights. We didn't make it Saturday for you know why...and when we finally got down there in the rental car, I find that they are not putting us up at the facility, but at a dumbshit Holiday Inn across town. We do their tour, turn them down (would actually have taken them up on it, but I have a car in the shop wanting a new transmission as well as a wrecked house wanting new floors) and go to the hotel and have a sucky dinner.
I have tickets for this evening in Irvine, you see. Bought long ago at somewhat great expense.
Make me miss Barry Manilow the one time this year I *can* go and everyone is going to die. I'll buy the Uzi and just start hosing.
And I'll post the review to the Manilove group and won't bore you with it. Suffice it to say, I was appropriately silly and screamed in Jim's ear once too often.
Curtis Stigers, OH BABY. Got to meet him.
But now it's Monday, I've had no rest...and oh, there's Jim on the phone.
$1,700.00.
Suckage.
The car decided to get in on the action Sunday by deciding now was a good time for a new transmission.
Saturday, I had enough umph to pick the car up from the body shop (yeah, it just came of the shop for the little fender bender Jim did....), go search for boxes, get bread and something to drink (as well as boxes) from Sam's Club and died for a couple of hours before driving in to get him. Jim had to work Saturday. Suckage.
We then went to see Lilo & Stich and discovered leaving the theater that the car was not cooperative.
Sunday, it decided not to move anymore...halfway to the rental car agency. Luckily, a good Samaritan helped Jim push the car off the road and take us the rest of the way to the airport. (A guy with a TBN sticker and a Harvest Festival stumperbicker, go fig.)
So the car is now in the shop and I'm braced to hear the worst. Multiple hundreds. *sigh*
And I'm ready to go back to battle with the HOA - their contractor came out, patched the hole in the ceiling and said their job was done. Without checking the upstairs sub-floor. That likely will leak like a sieve. Jim is home, so I had him call the flooring company (who works for me and Allstate) and they assured him that no, THEY will be taking care of that. *whew*
Then, we had an appointment to tour a timeshare on Sunday. They were going to put us up at the facility for two nights. We didn't make it Saturday for you know why...and when we finally got down there in the rental car, I find that they are not putting us up at the facility, but at a dumbshit Holiday Inn across town. We do their tour, turn them down (would actually have taken them up on it, but I have a car in the shop wanting a new transmission as well as a wrecked house wanting new floors) and go to the hotel and have a sucky dinner.
I have tickets for this evening in Irvine, you see. Bought long ago at somewhat great expense.
Make me miss Barry Manilow the one time this year I *can* go and everyone is going to die. I'll buy the Uzi and just start hosing.
And I'll post the review to the Manilove group and won't bore you with it. Suffice it to say, I was appropriately silly and screamed in Jim's ear once too often.
Curtis Stigers, OH BABY. Got to meet him.
But now it's Monday, I've had no rest...and oh, there's Jim on the phone.
$1,700.00.
Suckage.
