Close Call
My life is simply too ironic sometimes.
Last week, my mom signed the title of my bright red car over to me, simply because it was time and, hey, I might as well own it in all legality. It had been acting up a little bit, but not to badly at the time. By the time yesterday rolled around, it was getting realy bad, so I took it in to the mechanic.
Turns out I blew out the head gasket in my motor. Which equals death to this car in my book, being as getting something that big replaced, and then actually figuring out why it went is simply too much money to spend on a craptastic car like that.
So, I owned this car for a week and a day before it died. And people wonder why I'm always worried I'm going to break things. And at least I'm no longer worrying about when the car is going to horribly die (which both of us were doing). This is actually a relief. My baby's ancient Mercedes has now been resurrected and is now serving as our only vehicle. Again. And my mom will match funds with us on money to get me a new car. She so totally rocks. *hugs my mommy*
I will still be going to the sleepover this next weekend, however. Even without my car. My mom has already said that something will be done to get the asses of me, Manda, and Dell down to Vonnie's house. Which is one more reason why my mother rocks.
Last week, my mom signed the title of my bright red car over to me, simply because it was time and, hey, I might as well own it in all legality. It had been acting up a little bit, but not to badly at the time. By the time yesterday rolled around, it was getting realy bad, so I took it in to the mechanic.
Turns out I blew out the head gasket in my motor. Which equals death to this car in my book, being as getting something that big replaced, and then actually figuring out why it went is simply too much money to spend on a craptastic car like that.
So, I owned this car for a week and a day before it died. And people wonder why I'm always worried I'm going to break things. And at least I'm no longer worrying about when the car is going to horribly die (which both of us were doing). This is actually a relief. My baby's ancient Mercedes has now been resurrected and is now serving as our only vehicle. Again. And my mom will match funds with us on money to get me a new car. She so totally rocks. *hugs my mommy*
I will still be going to the sleepover this next weekend, however. Even without my car. My mom has already said that something will be done to get the asses of me, Manda, and Dell down to Vonnie's house. Which is one more reason why my mother rocks.