sionnach

So this has been a total Murphey's Law week. As in, if it COULD fuck up... it did.

First, I lose my favorite new lip gloss. Then my wallet. Then my dog ate my favorite pair of panties (she has a panty fetish apparently). And that's just the small stuff.

Tuesday, I took my son, mom, and sisters up to the Pink Palace, had a good time, were on our way home and realized that I'd forgotten to put oil in the car... which led to the untimely death of said car. Which I'm not completely upset about since it was a total P.O.S. anyway. It just sucked being stuck on the side of the interstate with a storm rolling in. Thank the gods for awesome friends.

So now I'm driving my step-dad's Pontiac. Which I haven't gotten gotten my insurance switched to yet since I'm almost constantly working. It's raining like crazy, and the seals on the doors aren't secure, so there's water all over the interior. I've got a little pool growing.

So I go to Wal-mart last night to get some groceries, and as I'm leaving, it's pouring down rain, and I don't see this guy cut me off until he's about -oh- 2 feet away from me. So, of course, he side-swipes me. Not hard, but enough to push the side panel in and now I can't open my driver-side door. And, OF COURSE, because it's MY fucking luck, the dousche takes off. And that's when I realize that my phone has been SOAKING in the pool in the back seat, so it isn't working....

And I still can't find my damn wallet!

FUCK. MY. LIFE.