The car’s back. Got back Friday (almost wasn’t finished in time due to a part being stuck in traffic). My hunches about the were correct. Not only was it the reason the car wouldn’t go, but it was also the reason why the engine was knocking: it was getting too lean a mix. I’d bet we’ve seen the last of the engine light coming on after refueling, too.

Glenn has been a dick since Wednesday, when he forgot to have the car towed over to the mechanic, thus making us go another day without it. I had to make an emergency bike trip to Alewife (in 90 degree heat) to make sure Ben had enough funds on his Charlie Card to get to and from summer school. Last night I had the pleasure of the drunk picking me up at my friend’s house. He swore he had only had one beer. *I* can have one beer and still not make an ass out of myself. Surely someone who drinks every night can endure a beer without slurring, staggering, and swerving. This morning he spent an hour talking shit about my friends.

Just finished unclogging the bathroom sink. It was clogged because no one will listen to me and keep the stupid doo-hicky that opens and closes the drain in the sink. It’s now lost and with the drain open just about anything can fall down there. It’s been clogged a week because, apparently, I’m the only one who knows how to unclog a drain in this household. After 15 minutes of plunging I cleared it by pulling out a rubber glove. Fucktards!

I now have to exercise. After which I need to finish the laundry and cook dinner, before I head out to drum corps. practice, where I get the pleasure of seeing “the pot calling the kettle black” courtesy of my husband. *rolls eyes*

One or two of my flist might remember a discussion a few years back where I spoke of writing an original story based on a group of superheros. Alas, while I was working on it, Mystery Men came out. As one of the characters was rather similar to one in the movie, I was concerned that if I ever did finish my original story, most would think it highly unoriginal. So I shelved it.

A couple of days ago I decided to dust off my story and see if I could revive it. I’ve managed to get a fair amount done (and no, I will not be sharing it until it’s complete), so last night I took a break with some TV viewage. Guess what movie was on last night?

*headdesk*

The car is out of commission until at least Thursday, when it goes in to visit our mechanic. Judging by our description of our car’s current trouble, the Taurus’ past history of stalling on hot days, and Glenn’s total ignoring of our mechanic’s warning to never let the fuel level get below a quarter of a tank, all signs seem to point to the fuel pump. 🙁 Glenn’s supposedly been approved for a loan. I’m glad we can get the car fixed. I just wish it wasn’t going to cost us in the long run.

Jarret keeps running into the room with a rubber mask on, scaring the crap out of Ribbon. I hope she yaks up a hairball in his bed.

As of today I must officially swear off the Mountain Dew. *wails* And the ZipFizz. Well maybe not the liquid shots because most of their “zip” is from the B-12, but the regular ZipFizz drinks will have to go. I poured myself a nice tall glass of the Dew this afternoon. Haven’t had the stuff in a few months, ’cause my doctor already recommended against me I drinking it. *sheepish grin* Anyway, this evening I bent over to put down the cats’ food dishes and my heart suddenly started racing. It took a good two to three minutes to get it to slow down, and it did it just as suddenly as it sped up. Very scary. It’s never gone that long before.

We are currently awaiting the Finochetti tow truck with our car. It died in the next town over. Started knocking real loud, then chugging then stalling. The starter works but the engine won’t turn over.

There’s no money in our emergency fund (because apparently Glenn thinks a fridge empty of beer is an emergency), which means we’re going to have to take out another loan from the credit union. Already half our income is going to the credit union. I don’t know how the fuck we’re going to get by if they deduct any more from Glenn’s pay.

I’m still looking for a part time job. Sad to say even Stop & Shop, with its high employee turnover rate, won’t hire me.

*sigh*

Gacked from davensjournal and herbmcsidhe

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