As much as he loves his pickup truck, his new job doesn't really require it, and he's actually been driving more (if that's possible). I'm not sure if you've heard, but gas is a little pricy.
[Sidebar: When we were in New Orleans, gas was $3.30 per gallon. I want to point out that up here in Canada, we pay $1.25 per litre. My calulation reveals that we pay 32 cents MORE per litre than Americans do! And there are almost four litres in a gallon! Which means we pay, like, $4.50 a gallon! $4.50! WTF you guys?]
So gas is expensive. And Hubby had to make a tough decision to let go of his precious pickup and buy a car.
Oh, pooooooooor Hubby.
What's so bad about Hubby buying a new car, you ask? Of course the problem is that it's an inconvenience to me. I had to help him drive it home, seeing as he can't really drive two vehicles at one time - especially if he's texting.
Well, I totally effed up the whole car-switching plan (two people, three cars, and asshole mornings that make it difficult for me to take the bus). So... the shit-show ended with me leaving my car parked at the office last night.
This morning I was supposed to take the bus to work and then drive my car home.
But as I may have mentioned previously: mornings are ASSHOLES.
I had a tricky time getting up today, but even when I did manage to get my ass out of bed everything still went to shit.
First Tuxedo wouldn't get off my neck. Which is ok, becasue he is the cutest thing in Canada, but still.
|This is real.|
Then I had to let the neighbour's dog out, but I didn't have the key because I left it in my car (which was, of course, still at the office).
So I struggled through the neighbour's garage and then struggled to get Doggie outside.
By then I was late for the bus. But I was determined.
I drove half-way to the mall bus station (in Hubby's truck) before I realized that I wasn't wearing my glasses and I couldn't see a fucking thing.
So I TURNED AROUND and drove home.
Then I spent 10 minutes searching for my goddam glasses. WHICH I FOUND IN MY LAUNDRY HAMPER. No, I don't have a clue.
Then I decided to change my jacket to a warmer one.
And of course forgot my phone in the pocket.
By this time I was way too late for the bus, so I drove to work - in Hubby's truck... WHICH REQUIRED GAS - and parked his truck RIGHT NEXT TO MY CAR at the office. So we have three cars, and two of them were parked in my office parking lot.
The same office parking lot that has some remarkably passive aggressive parkers who leave angry notes on windshields. Including this one that I saw on someone's window the other day.
|Luckily this one wasn't on my windshield, but I still took a picture of it.|
So I left my car at the office again tonight, and I'll attempt the whole damn thing once more tomorrow.