I've had an "interesting" few days. My cell phone quit. The camera quit, the phone just started randomly shutting down - whether you were on it or not. I took to phone store and they downloaded new upgrades, put in new camera and new battery. No problem, great service! All free.
I spent 4 hours yesterday trying to get my printer to work. Its wireless and hasn't been "talking" to my PC in a couple of months. No big deal, every couple has spats. But I thought they should be talking by now. Finally deleted it, reinstalled it, readded to network, they kissed and made up and now I can print.
I took my car to get oil changed and tires rotated today. It had a couple of recalls and had to update its brain (boy I wish I could do that!). It has this touch-talk system. Anyway, its all updated and talking nicely. I went 3 blocks - slow, back street, just going home, and the wheel fell off. Yes, the left rear wheel fell completely off. Bang! I'm on the ground. Tore the bumper off, the back-up things are pulled out, the piece above the bumper is ripped off. Now you must realize I don't get mad. I mean its not like the poor service guy got up that morning thinking, "hmm, who's car should I trash today?". I mean it's not gonna make the tire jump back on if I gripe about it. (I always told my kids to be nice, they could have just lost someone or you may be the only person who smiled at them all day). I just called the dealership (who is owned by friends of mine). Told them to come get me. The service boss doesn't live here, so I guess he didn't get where I said I was. He went to the other end of town and started working his way back on the street I was on. About 20 minutes later, he made it. In the mean time, the construction workers building a house across the street, came and put orange cones behind my car. Yes, let's make sure anyone who didn't see my car and tire (now a good foot behind my car) there, let's make sure they see the orange cones and have to slow down. They did walk down the road and found all my lug nuts. The guess is the guy had his impact wrench on backwards, and stripped them out. Several people did stop to see if I needed anything. The man living in the house at the corner where I "stopped" came to see if I needed water. When we were getting ready to leave (an hour later) one lady was on her way out of her house with a tray full of bottled water. It was only 100+ degrees and humid, while I'm standing there in my dress clothes. I called back to car place. Owner,friend was busy. I said tell him I'm hot and getting cranky. Come get me. Forget the car. They ended up having to get a wrecker with a lift that could slide under the car and pick it all up so they didn't mess anything else up. It's only a year old with like 6,000 miles on it. When I got to dealership, they have me a loaner, filled with gas and air-conditioner on full blast. They've already contacted a good body shop and told them they'd bring it over after they fixed it. I went by to tell it good-bye after work and they have the whole break system, bolt thingy (can you tell I'm not a mechanic) off. They've ordered new stuff. I'm not worried, they'll fix it good as new, but I really feel sorry for the service guy (probably a young newbie) who did it. I'm sure he's jobless by now.
So finally I get home to let my dog out and I'm dripping in sweat. I throw the clothes in hamper and put shorts and a t-shirt on. I went back to work like that. If they didn't like it, I'd be more than happy to leave.
My friend tells me, things happen in three's. Oh great! I've got one more thing to look forward to. I go to the doctor tomorrow (every women's favorite, if you know what I mean). What else can she say. I've already had cancer and have no "guts" left. I'll probably wreck this loaner car. I can see the police officer: "registration please" I don't have any, it's not my car. "insurance please" I don't have any, it's not my car. Tag number? I don't have a clue, it's not my car. Kory and Darla and you OKC friends be on stand by. I may need bailed out tomorrow. Actually, my secretary's husband is a police officer, so I think I'll be safe.
I was planning on taking off all day and scrap shopping, and having fun. It makes me nervous to take a car that's not mine.
On a happier note, I did do some damage to the shipping/ sizzix sale last night after got home from fireworks. I got: