Still looking for that do-over...
Bette came back to life on the 22nd...finally. She did need a new fuel pump, but that was only the beginning of my car issues. Apparently when my father tried to start Bette the day after she died, he blew a mess of electrical and fried some things that just shouldn't be fried. Long story short...two weeks and about $1000 later, I got my car back. My mechanic felt so bad for me that he doesn't even plan on charging me for the labor. I have since applied for a second job, waitressing on the weekends, to make money to pay off the repair bill and save up money to buy a new car. Because I've been a complete stressball for the last two and a half weeks, I completely missed my dear albeitslowly's birthday and I have comments on the BB fic to catch up on.
Sometimes being a grown up just isn't worth the headache. And speaking of headaches...my mother has gotten me sick with a nasty cold. So not cool.
Sometimes being a grown up just isn't worth the headache. And speaking of headaches...my mother has gotten me sick with a nasty cold. So not cool.