Bad Day :-(

Well I don't know how else to say it but, why me! I don't know how I can keep smiling when so much goes wrong around here. Thursday was one of those days where you want to crawl back into bed and tell the world to take a flying leap at your hind quarters.


I get woke up Thursday morning, around 10 because I was sleeping in, to Kevin coming in the door. He wanted to stop in while he was out running, in the company truck, to let me know he blew a tire. I had mentioned to him the night before that I felt a wobble in the front tire. Well like he always does, he ignored me and didn't check it. He was driving down the highway to work when it blew and he nearly flipped the van. He had to pull it off the road and start walking. Luckily the bosses wife was driving by and saw him and sent someone back with a gas can of gas because she thought he ran out of gas.

He doesn't do anything about the van until later on that night. His boss got us a tire to use and Kevin had to run down to the Big Box Store ( Walmart) to have it mounted. When he does get the tire to the van he sees that someone has come along and stolen the licence plate off of it. He stops a police officer who tells him that there is nothing he can do for him.


Kevin comes home in a raging fit yelling and screaming at me over the whole thing.


All I could do was ask why are you yelling at me about it? It wasn't my fault, I don't even drive so what was the point of taking it out on me.

Then i just had to open my big mouth and say something smart alick back to him.

I just had to point out that we had plenty of funds in the bank for him to buy a tire and he could have had it fixed within 2 hours of it blowing. He tried to use the excuse that he had to work but then ,my mouth again, I had to point out that he had plenty of time to run by the house that morning and tell me about it. Kevin's boss is a wonderfully nice man and would have given him the time to fix the tire with pay, because the man has done it for us before. My mouth again had to point out that he was just being lazy and didn't want to mess with it.

We finally get the van back to the house and then Kevin has to go and file a police report. They tell him that it happens all the time because of the gas prices. People will put your licence plate on their car and then go to a gas station and steal gas. Then when the police get the number from the gas station they show up to take your butt to jail. They gave him papers to turn into the licence branch so we could get new plates. It was an outrageously crazy day.


But wait! There is more HA HA HA! My Mother and Brother are moving to a new house and we were suppose to help then, well no plates=no van =no help moving. Then my brother comes storming in the door to tell me that the stearring just went out in his van. All of this in one day and I had nothing to do with any of it, but guess who had to hear all the complaining and yelling and bull. Well it was wonderful ol" me!


Sorry folks just needed to vent for a little bit but I do feel better. I hope all my blogger friends are having a much better week , month, life then I am right now. God Bless and keep smiling , cause I am :-)