When In Doubt...

Eat.

This is my public service announcement for the day. Today was a crazy day. I had volunteered to help with Kennedy's field day (his first). I had a bunch of stuff I was doing, so I got sidetracked and then had to race to get to the school, so I skipped lunch. After school, I got home and wasn't as hungry anymore, not to mention it was 3:30 and I figured I might as well wait for dinner. I tried convincing my hubby to leave the house at 4:30 to go to our favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner. He refused, telling me that he wasn't *that old* yet. Of course he'd had breakfast, lunch and snacks. I needed to swing by the library (in the neighboring city), so he suggested we do that first and then swing back around to get dinner. The three of us get in the car and head to the library. It starts pouring down rain, the traffic is crazy, and I have an I-haven't-eaten headache. I'm in the turn lane, waiting for traffic to clear so I can turn into the library, and the car starts to die and all kinds of weird electrical things start happening. I'm freaking out, wondering if I'll make it into the parking lot. Tim is all cranky and thinking that I'm overreacting, but he didn't realize what was going on with the car. Ugh.

We basically coasted into the parking lot and the car died. We called AAA and they said that they would send a tow truck, but it would be awhile, and that they couldn't fit us all in the truck. So that meant we had to find another way home. Tim was completely irate (probably because I'd just told him last week we needed a new battery). He was growly with me and snapping at Kennedy, and I'm feeling like I'm going to cry at this point because I was totally hangry. We tried calling a couple of car rental places to see if we could get something, but no. And there aren't any buses that I could find. We thought about a taxi, but it seemed like that was going to be hugely expensive based on traffic. Oh, and also, Tim didn't bring his cell phone, so we only had mine. Ugh. I went back into the library to see if they could help me with the bus thing, but there weren't any routes that they could find nearby. The funny thing is that I have two Masters degrees, but I can't figure out how to take a public bus. The librarians weren't much help either. #firstworldproblems Tim stayed with the car and kept my phone since the tow truck had my number. Kennedy and I ended up walking several blocks to the commuter train station, waited a half an hour, took the short train trip back to Puyallup, and had to walk the 6 blocks home. By this time my headache is raging, I'm cold because I didn't have a real jacket (and it was raining), and I was about to chew someone's face off because I was so hungry. And we had nothing to eat at home because it is Friday and we always eat out on Friday. Then to top it off, the tow truck driver dropped the car (and Tim) at our house instead of the shop. They mansplained to me that it was a battery issue. I know our battery is old, and I've been bugging Tim about getting a new one, but... my grandpa always told me that if you turn the key and it won't turn over but you hear clicking, and the battery won't hold a charge, it is your alternator. If it isn't the battery. I'm going to stab someone. LOL.

Anyway, long story just to say... eat, peeps. Eat. You never know what may happen before your next meal and you don't want to chew someone's face off while you wait for Pizza Hut to deliver.

 

Ohmygosh. That is hilarious. I was almost wishing you'd said that he drove them to the bus stop on the mower. LOL.

Yeah, I've had way too much of it lately.

Awww. Thanks. That is what one of my degrees is in, but I just don't take the time to actually do it these days. Ugh.


We did relax for the rest of the evening. The pizza arrived, and I did not harm anyone. This morning, Tim got up early and used Jessica's car to go and buy a new battery. He was all excited because he got everything up and running. I told him that I really thought we needed to get it double-checked, just to be sure, because everything I looked at after I was telling Jessica the story when she got home from work was saying that it was the alternator. I knew he would be irritated, so I threw in that he wouldn't want to waste the money on a new battery and then have it drained and have the same problem happen later. So he got all fussy and cranky, but took it over to the auto part store to check it. The alternator was shot and the cable to/from it had burned through as well. It is now being repaired.

Mansplaining me. Sheesh.