Stupid, Stupid Day!
Two nights ago, I hit a HUGE pothole in my bank's parking lot after going through the drive-up ATM.
Last night, I went to go visit a friend and discovered I had a flat tire.
Great.
Today, I got the spare on and took it to NTB.
Three-and-a-half hours and $300 later, I have two new tires and a re-aligned front end.
At Chris's behest, I get to go tomorrow and fight with the bank to try to get them to pay for it, since it was their damn pothole in the first place.
We're not talking about your usual pothole, here--this thing was about 3' long X 18" wide X at least 1' deep!
I didn't even see the stupid thing until it tried to eat my car.
The damn thing was deep enough to bottom-out my car on.
*GrumbleGrowl*
It doesn't help any that I am overly-hormonal and--after dealing with Chris dealing with me dealing with the auto shop dealing with my car--had to go navigate my way through the ridiculous hordes at Wal-Mart...And I still had to cook dinner!
So now, after 11:00, I get finally get to eat.
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(30 minutes later)
I ~really~ should have gotten fresh croutons for the Chicken Casserole.
The ones I used were I-don't-know-how-old and had an awful plasticine aftertaste.
It's still hanging around in my mouth.
Chris is under strict orders to provide me with copious amounts of Edy's Double Fudge Brownie ice cream to counter-act both the icky-bad aftertaste and the my current hormonal status.
Failure to complete this mission may very well evoke his spontaneous decapitation.
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*GrumbleGrowl*
Great.
Now Chris is insisting I go to the bank and take pictures of the pothole ~now~!
I may very well have to kill him.
*storms off to take some fucking pictures in the fucking middle of the fucking night*
Last night, I went to go visit a friend and discovered I had a flat tire.
Great.
Today, I got the spare on and took it to NTB.
Three-and-a-half hours and $300 later, I have two new tires and a re-aligned front end.
At Chris's behest, I get to go tomorrow and fight with the bank to try to get them to pay for it, since it was their damn pothole in the first place.
We're not talking about your usual pothole, here--this thing was about 3' long X 18" wide X at least 1' deep!
I didn't even see the stupid thing until it tried to eat my car.
The damn thing was deep enough to bottom-out my car on.
*GrumbleGrowl*
It doesn't help any that I am overly-hormonal and--after dealing with Chris dealing with me dealing with the auto shop dealing with my car--had to go navigate my way through the ridiculous hordes at Wal-Mart...And I still had to cook dinner!
So now, after 11:00, I get finally get to eat.
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(30 minutes later)
I ~really~ should have gotten fresh croutons for the Chicken Casserole.
The ones I used were I-don't-know-how-old and had an awful plasticine aftertaste.
It's still hanging around in my mouth.
Chris is under strict orders to provide me with copious amounts of Edy's Double Fudge Brownie ice cream to counter-act both the icky-bad aftertaste and the my current hormonal status.
Failure to complete this mission may very well evoke his spontaneous decapitation.
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*GrumbleGrowl*
Great.
Now Chris is insisting I go to the bank and take pictures of the pothole ~now~!
I may very well have to kill him.
*storms off to take some fucking pictures in the fucking middle of the fucking night*