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Do we all remember how yesterday I was convinced that Aileen's new husband, Francisco, blowing up her car's engine was my third bad thing to complete my set and it had just gotten lost? Well, I was wrong. Very wrong.
This morning, on his way to work in mom's Cutlass (that I told her yesterday not to let him drive), he wrecked it (currently undrivable, future unknown) - and here's the kicker - to avoid running over a dog.
Okay, so yeah I feel very strongly about dogs in general and *my* dogs in particular, but I do *not* advocate risking *human* lives to save animal ones. If you cannot *safely* avoid the animal, it is almost always better to slow down as much as possible and hit it than to hit something else, not least of which because when you have a car accident, you can never be sure that you're only going to endanger yourself.
Apparently no one ever told Francisco this.
So Bruce is taking him to work in the Jimmy and then coming back. Mom drove the Thunderbird to work and I drove it back so Aileen could drive it to *her* work. Aileen is *severely* displeased with this whole marriage deal and her husband in particular just now.
It didn't help that right when she got herself and baby all put in to the car to leave (running late already), Gallahad jumped in the backseat and sat down and looked at her like "Okay, now I'm ready to go." I forcefully explained to the dog that he could *not* go to work with her and that he needed to get the *hell* out of the car before I kicked his ass. Which, surprisingly enough, actually worked.
So now I'm going to go back to sleep because I've only had two hours of sleep thusfar.
I have no idea how we're getting Zoe to the play tonight.
Musical cars, round 3. The music is playing faster and faster and we're running in smaller and smaller circles. I really want to not have to continue this metaphor to the next level.
You know what really worries me? Since Aileen's engine blowing up was not, as I previously thought, the last in MY set of three, and instead was the start of her OWN set, that puts us both at 2, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Hopefully it is not another car because aside from mom's right-hand-drive work vehicles, we only have 2 left to spread between 5 drivers and 6 separate people needing to be different places.
This week needs to get DONE with already!
This morning, on his way to work in mom's Cutlass (that I told her yesterday not to let him drive), he wrecked it (currently undrivable, future unknown) - and here's the kicker - to avoid running over a dog.
Okay, so yeah I feel very strongly about dogs in general and *my* dogs in particular, but I do *not* advocate risking *human* lives to save animal ones. If you cannot *safely* avoid the animal, it is almost always better to slow down as much as possible and hit it than to hit something else, not least of which because when you have a car accident, you can never be sure that you're only going to endanger yourself.
Apparently no one ever told Francisco this.
So Bruce is taking him to work in the Jimmy and then coming back. Mom drove the Thunderbird to work and I drove it back so Aileen could drive it to *her* work. Aileen is *severely* displeased with this whole marriage deal and her husband in particular just now.
It didn't help that right when she got herself and baby all put in to the car to leave (running late already), Gallahad jumped in the backseat and sat down and looked at her like "Okay, now I'm ready to go." I forcefully explained to the dog that he could *not* go to work with her and that he needed to get the *hell* out of the car before I kicked his ass. Which, surprisingly enough, actually worked.
So now I'm going to go back to sleep because I've only had two hours of sleep thusfar.
I have no idea how we're getting Zoe to the play tonight.
Musical cars, round 3. The music is playing faster and faster and we're running in smaller and smaller circles. I really want to not have to continue this metaphor to the next level.
You know what really worries me? Since Aileen's engine blowing up was not, as I previously thought, the last in MY set of three, and instead was the start of her OWN set, that puts us both at 2, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Hopefully it is not another car because aside from mom's right-hand-drive work vehicles, we only have 2 left to spread between 5 drivers and 6 separate people needing to be different places.
This week needs to get DONE with already!
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And did I mention that Francisco got his license the day after I got mine?
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