Ok, so I spent 20 minutes this morning meticulously making a plan for the entire day, which went straight to shit 20 minutes later when the realtor called & said we were having a showing at 3:15. Diva had a meltdown, bff had to come over in her jams because I was having a meltdown. Got house squared away, skyped hubby in Slovakia, then spilled fabreese pinesol shit all over the floor & carpet about 10 minutes before client came to view house. Needless to say, I was half an hour late getting my son from school.
Get him, drive back to house to let out dog from crate, pee, grab snack, etc., then, as I’m driving to my ex-husband’s place for my son’s jujitsu lesson, “coolant low” in red letters comes on. I am half-way there, but call the Jag dealer. Tell the dumb cunt on the phone where I’m at, and she says not to worry, just bring it in, and they’ll add coolant, but not to worry.
Hang up, and my car starts knocking. I get a fourth of the way down Fucking Central Expressway – with both Diva & Boo, plus best friend, and smoke/steam staerts pouring from my car. So bad, in fact, that firemen pull over to check on us. My son goes into hysterics that the car is on fire & he wants out, which the firemen calmed him down, since what I was saying just didn’t register.
I call Jag screaming, I call roadside assistasnce (on speed dial – it is a Jag), & the great service stopped! I was told to ride in with the tow truck driver! With a baby in a carseat, & my husband out of the country?!?! Are you fucking kidding me?!?!
So, I call my mom, she & daddy come to get Diva, since my ex juyst picked up my son (again, on the side of Central Expressway!!!!). my dad wants to kill everyone by the time he gets there & sees me & his grand daughter stranded by ParkPlace Jaguar of Plano.
Erin & I get in the tow truck and we head to Jag. Oh yeah, they know me by sight. sheila even tolkd the poirter to get my car & hurry – Possibly because of my colorful language & hiugh pitch. They did not want another live tantrum. So, I grabbed a few drinks & headed over to the flaming piece of dog shit that sold us these motherfucking lemons, Joe.
Told Joe I would have our attorney look into lemon laws in Texas, and that I am done with these cars, and to pull records of service since our purchase in September, and make sure his GM would be around to speak to my husband after his flight arrives.
Get to the nail spa an hour or so late. Holly was awesome, my nails were wet, so she just poured the wine in my mouth for me – now that is service!!!! Then, as we are finishing up, my lawyer, who is also one of my oldest friends, tells me one of our mutual friends was found dead in his apartment.
What a motherfucking day! Only a few more minutes till it is over – thank God! Not sure I can handle anything else today!!!
See, this shit always happens to me. Fuck, I wanna be someone else!!!