Today was a good day - until my car decided not to go backwards... and I kinda need that - because to get out of the parking space, you have to back up.
Now it has been making a grinding noise for a few days so I called the car guys and was going to take it in Thursday - until my family truckster decided to pull a Bubba and not budge. I had the boss and guys at work helping, no luck. Called Bubba and a tow truck Bubba arrived first after being talked into where my office was - and he attempted all the same things we'd done with the office mates.
THANKFULLY - folks were in the office playing wii - so there was something to keep Bubba busy while we waited for said tow truck - it arrived 20 minutes late.
He futzed, he maneuvered, he tried to tow it with the back wheels lifted and the car still in park..... let that last part sink in - idiot didn't put the car in Neutral before he tried to move it... THEN he said all fours wheels are locked - we needed another kinda of tow truck and it would be about an hour. At this point I didn't who to kill - me or him - with Bubba still in the top 1.
With deep panic, concern and worry we leave the key with the car and head home. We stop off at the mechanic fill out the paperwork and say another prayer that car made it there in one piece and they would be able to repair it....
Home was a quiet ride - when I poked the Bear that is Bubba and asked him why he was so mad at me. BELIEVE me the next time that car squeaks - it's going in. Oh he will gripe and moan but this isn't happening again in my world.
Sooo - home, pups were tended to thanks to the kid next door, Bubba's hockey's game was taped so we did fast food, and after MANY phone calls to the towing company my family truckster was tucked in at the mechanics....
THURSDAY...
I was up EARLY as his royal highness decreed we would be on the road by 7AM. I was up and ready with dogs fed and all right with the world. We did OK until I didn't give very detailed specific directions on how to get from my office to his.... I assumed a basic knowledge base and some level of active listening. Stupid me. So when Angry Bubba called I had to pull up a map and get him to turn around head back in the other direction.
I should also mention that on our way into to work I called the Maryland mechanic to state that I would not be in per my appointment, I called the Virginia mechanic to double check that they indeed had all the information they needed. All was right there.
By 9AM Thursday - Bubba had found his way into work, (I pity the folks who have to work with him today) we had a car diagnosis and a cost estimate.
I also heard from the Vet, and Violet has no cancer - and he again said that he thinks we made the right decision to take out her spleen as that tumor would have been a big old mess in her inners and a bigger mess had it burst. So that 1300 bucks was money well spent.
Now to put a real bright red cherry on this sundae of poo-taskic flubs... it's snowing. And it's sticking, because - it can. It's been 12 degrees for nearly a freaking week. So it should only take me about 3 days to get home-- but I will be alone with my thoughts and not the crank-tasic Bubba
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