My luck today is crap.
So Lily decided it would be cool to wake up at 5:30 this morning. Oh, ha ha! What a rich joke. I dragged ass into the living room and let her play on the computer while I ran around the house naked, kicking stuff and muttering to myself. She asked me to help her with something on the computer (which is, incidentally, right in front of the window), and as I leaned in to assist her, we heard the baritone bark of Rambo, our neighbor's bull mastiff, taking a river-sized leak outside our window. Of course Lily immediately yanked back the curtain to see Rambo and his owner, thereby giving our entire block a full-frontal flash of my unmentionables. Then Bitchmother came out and grabbed the curtain and howled something incomprehensible and I just felt awful. It wasn't the best of mornings.
So I just got a call from Shawn. He's currently standing forlorn on the side of the road holding a pair of jumper cables and gesturing pleadingly at our Hyundai, which is dead b/c (allegedly) of lil' old me.
Supposedly I left the back door slightly ajar last night, causing the interior light to remain on (no way, not even), which apparently made the battery to die. So when Shawn and Lily went out to the car this morning to go to school, the car was, well, you know, dead.
And parked on the wrong side of the street.
So they got a ticket.
And had to walk to school.
My bad.
12 comments:
Krissy, leaving the door ajar can drain a battery true enough, but if Shawn was able to start the car, and drive it down the road a piece before it failed him, than it's likely not your fault. It may just be time for a new battery. Why is that dog pissing in your bushes?
I live in an urban area, so dogs can relieve themselves wherever they wish. Rambo prefers the spot outside my window. What can you do.
And the car never started, but I appreciate your having my back and all.
An interior light for what, eight hours at most? Dude either needs a new battery, or a new alternator, or both.
I've heard that gesturing at the car with the jumper cables is the most effective way to go.
That's how I always do it and what do you know, eventually the car starts!
(of course, it probably has something to do with the person who takes pity on the reasonably attractive retarded girl stranded on the side of the road)
they're only unmentionables if you don't mention them.
Scooter,
You've got my back too. I appreciate that, man.
Cindy-Lou,
It also helps if you whack yourself in the head with the palm of your hand and gesture at the car, like, 'me so silly! I'm a girl! I don't know nothin' about cars! Hee hee hee!'
I know, I've been there.
Jeremy,
I guess they never were unmentionables, because I can't seem to stop mentioning them.
Unfortunately, there will be days like this whether JOhn Lennon was warned about it or not.
Here's hoping your tomorrow is better.
quasi holidays kick ass.
Whowever posted that book above my comment should be deported to Uzbekistan until they learn to post nicely.
This is probably the reason for your bad luck:
http://www.astroprofile.com/2008mercuryrx.htm
It will get better :)
bad news bears.
not your fault....
Anonymous is scary.
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