Random Bulls***, Pt. Infinity
So last day of my 4-day weekend today. It’s been nice to relax and not worry about “SUSAN - GOT A QUESTION FOR YA!” being hollered at me every 7.35 minutes by my new boss. </comment on that whole situation, as I don’t want to get fired.> Anyway, it’s been relaxing, chilling out and playing with my friends & family while not thinking about work. This weekend are Todd’s parties, which should be a good time, and I get to look forward to a whole week off starting on the 9th. Looks like I will be hanging in town, since the price of gas, the harsh reality of being responsible for a pack of wild dogs and everyone else’s schedules being awkward have conspired to make a trip anywhere too problematic. But there’s plenty to do here and, barring a giant heat wave or some new ghetto neighbors moving in next door, it should be fun to have time to myself (sans broken appendage).
I had to take Chelsea to the vet today for her shots and to schedule a dental for her. The clinic I go to has a rotating cast of vets, so you don’t always see the same one. This one I hadn’t seen in a year and a half, but she got all excited when she saw me. While I know I am memorable I don’t know that I am that memorable, so I was confuddled, but then she said “You’re the xylitol lady!” and I realized why I was hard to forget. Apparently she become quite famous on her veterinary listserv after that whole debacle, and the local expert on xylitol poisoning. I assured her that Bruiser was now fine and that we all gave up artificial sweeteners.
Then I got Chelsea (all 5.4 lbs of her) her shots and brought her home. Of course my ghetto-ass car had to go all wonky and the back passenger side window wouldn’t stay up. I think it fell off the track, and I think they can fix it at work tomorrow so it hopefully won’t be a big deal. For the time being it’s being held in place with - wait for it - loose change I had laying in the car. That’s all wedged in the cracks to keep the window from falling down. I reign white-trash supreme!
But that got me considering (again) that it’s pretty much time for a new car in Susanland. This one will be 8yrs old in October, and slowly but surely it’s starting to give out. Not mechanically, that would make my decision easy; but the windows haven’t worked right for a while now, and the door locks and alarm are wonky too. The stereo I gave up on years ago, and it’s starting to show some rust in places. But the thing is, I don’t WANT a new car. I don’t even want a new used car. I love that my car is totally ghetto-tastic and of no appeal to anyone. I love that I don’t give a crap if someone scrapes up against it. It’s a comfortable, reliable, nondescript car which no one would every want to steal. If I buy a new car I am going to want to buy a nice new car, not a piece of crap. And then someone is going to swipe it, or sideswipe it, and I am going to get all angsty about it. Of course said crappy car IS the reason I don’t think it’s a good idea to drive cross-country by myself right now, but I have to weigh that against having car payments again - ick, car shopping - double-ick, and the inevitable meteoric rise of my insurance rates if I buy something new. Plus I can’t justify buying a new SUV with the price of gas, but I can’t stand the thought of going back to a “car” car. Bleh. I can’t think about that today. I will think about that tomorrow.
Anyway, Jenipants shared some very exciting news with me today, so a big congratulations goes out to her. Seize the happiness, doll.
Oh! and this is my ONE-THOUSANDTH post! So, hooray and stuff.
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