Lady J says... Ick. I finally got my car ($1000 worth of repairs later), and today the rear-view mirror fell off in my hand and the fuse that controls the radio, clock, chair, power locks, and God knows what else, blew. I'm driving the money pit.
Blecchh, of all the shitty luck! We had a similar (but cheaper) experience a few years ago when we bought (the late and lamented) George. I haggled and got it for a few hundred bucks less than the asking price because it didn't have a Roadworthy Certificate. Silly me... The electrics were buggered up, so it would not idle - whenever the revs dropped, it would stall. Turns out that the very nice job that had been done putting in a reconditioned head had been followed by the world's dodgiest rewiring job. The thing that really cost us some cash, though (apart from the actual RWC itself) was that it had been sitting in a driveway for untold months, and the brake mechanisms in all four wheels had rusted to shit. We had to put in four new callipers, plus new shoes and pads.
She also said... Would a blow job help?
Ohhhhh, crabby! C'mere!
Sure, I'm game - anything to stop him actually talking for a while...
And... I hope your life gets better soon.
It already has - you may have heard in the news about the seemingly endless numbers of Middle Eastern asylum seekers currently arriving in Oz by the boatload. Well, my wife has been offered a temporary but long-term promotion to help sort them all out. The cool thing about this, apart from the modest per-hour payrise, is that it will involve a lot of plane travel, and she'll get a hundred bucks a day whenever she has to go interstate, which will only be every few months but will be a week or two at a time. Yes, someone is looking out for us.
There is a weird thing that goes on in my family - we always seem to have strings of rotten luck, followed by a Deus Ex Machina of Wellsian proportions that makes everything okay. If only we could cut out the first step...
Oh, and Gabe said... Actually over here they're called Kellogg's Rice Zingers. The mascots for the cereal are Snip, Krinkle and Peep, who are these fat, little gnomes who wear pointy hats and masks and dance around with no pants on.
Cool - not too far off the mark, then.
