a dog-eared town

Find the guy that life gave vodka to and have a party.

That’s not a direct quote from Ron White, but that’s about what he says and at this point, that’s about what I’m doing.

My mother had surgery on her foot Friday. She had someone with her on Friday after the surgery but asked that the little woman and I go visit her on Saturday. So we did. Now it’s not really that bad a drive into the People’s Republic. It’s just that we had to do a heck of a lot of extra work for her that we weren’t expecting.

Hey, parents happen. So it wasn’t a big deal. We knew that we could relax on Sunday.

Or so we thought.

We went to Barnes and Noble for a coffee and a shnack. We’re literally getting on the on-ramp to 293 and the car dies.

And I mean dies.

Give it some gas. Nothing. 15 cars behind me all dying to get onto the highway and I’m stopping them.

Buckets of fun.

I’m able to get the car to the side of the on-ramp.

Then some guy honks because I’m in the way or something. Uh hello, can’t you see the hazard lights on and I’m on the side of the road? Sheesh. I’m sure that person really has to get that mini van back to the house.

Anyway, Bones ain’t brining this car back.

So we call a local tow company.

They’ll be there. Soon. Sigh. When life hands you lemons…

Anyway, by the time the tow truck gets to us, a car accident happend less than a mile ahead of us and then we had to get through the backed up traffic.

Them lemons are really getting good tasting.

So we drop the car off at the shop and hope they’re open even though today is Patriot’s Day. Then we get back to the house.

Open the door and we’re greeted by kitty vomit.

Sigh.

Ever have one of those days?

So it’s been one heck of a long weekend and we’re both dead tired. I’m just so glad that it’s now end of quarter and I have forced overtime this week. Again with them lemons.

Well that’s how our weekend went. Just gotta find that guy with the vodka…

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