Well now that I have recovered some measure of my sanity.. I guess I’m well enough to write.

Yesterday was the day from the inner sanctum of Hades! If I were ever suicidal, I might have jumped yesterday. First I get to my car, pick up my cell and find that it’s cut off. I mean seriously folks.. the haters at Sp.rint waste no time at all trying to steal your joy (and I don’t mean the one on O’s site :) ). My bill may have been a day late if that but nooooo the haters decide that i don’t get to talk. So, I paid the bill and went on with my day. Or so I thought!

I turn the car key and what do I get, yep… the engine light comes on! Now I have a 45 minute commute on the expressway. I have a mother who doesn’t drive on the expressway, a brother whose car wouldn’t make it on the expressway, and sisters that work in the far suburbs.. Now tell me what the hell am I supposed to do….

Yep, I took my dear Frankie to the doctor. He needed a good $700 worth of work. Now how exactly am I going to pay for that… well the plastic money of course. Plastic money that I’m trying to cut back on, especially since I don’t have a job right now. But anyway, won’t graduate if I don’t go to the hospitals so I paid the gougers and left the baby to be fixed. I won’t even start on how this is a domestic vehicle and I never had problems out of my 10 year old H.on.da b/c that’s another issue. While I was there, I went ahead and got my passengers side mirror replaced after Bay Bay’s offspring decided to clip poor Frankie’s wing.

So I call my mom to pick me up from the dealership and she informs me that I’m spending the rest of the afternoon with her. Which I guess isn’t a bad deal since in all my infinite wisdom, I leave my house keys on the ring with my car key and couldn’t get in if I wanted to. First she fusses at me for not having a hat on my head in the 30 degree weather (I hate hats, always have) and she takes me to the store to buy a hat (which I left in the bag in the car… stubborn little one ain’t I). Then she tells me we’re going to play Keno with her old lady crew.

The old lady crew… that’s a good story! My mom hangs out with a bunch of older ladies. My mom is the young one in the crew (and she’s almost 60). The crew is mostly 75-80 year olds all church going ladies with some of the DIRTIEST mouths you will ever hear! For three hours they sit around and play Keno for nickles and tell dirty jokes. They even met us at the door asking if we wanted Amar.etto sours (from the 1/2 gallon jug in the fridge). Pure comedy! Just what I needed to brighten my day after spending money I don’t have.

So now I can look back on the day and laugh! I got a new hat, a pair of boots, a few too many drinks and some quality time with the mom and all for the low low price of $892.