The birds were chirping, I was feeding the squirrels out of the palm of my hand, Bambi had come up to the porch for a sip of water.....
Right....So it really goes like this....
The Ironman has federal jury duty this week. I am envisioning a month long sequester while I rapidly decline into a complete mental breakdown (stop your laughing - I'm not there yet!). So I prep him on all of the correct answers: My father is a police officer, the attorney is my wife's client, I believe everyone is guilty until proven innocent, I believe in corporal punishment.... Ironman doesn't even hear me - he has his own agenda...
Knowing that it's Computer Bus day for Avery - the MOST important day of the week (besides water day, toy day and Tumble Time day), we have to get to school for 8:30. Although I don't function well at that time of morning, by 8:20, we were packed in the car ready for school. The car, on the other hand, had other plans. The battery was dead. I mean dead...
Since we live in the compound, it's generally easy to find a car to borrow. I call GiGi who arrives within minutes with her car. I bring the girls to school and then come home and call Toyota Roadside Assistance. Feeling pretty good about myself now because I am handling the situation solo. An hour and a half later, my car is purring and I am heading to Walmart for a little battery check.
While they are checking the battery I cruise the school supply aisle - because seriously, school supplies are the coolest. And scoring them at the cheapest price is even better - I am school supply Sunday ad reading machine this time of year - I digress....
So they page me, inform me that I need a battery, they don't have the battery, and they parked my car against the fence. Fine by me. I ask them to write down the type of battery I need (patting myself on back here) and then I ask, "Will my car start again?" I receive a very confident, "Yes, ma'am". Feeling as if I have gathered all of the pertinent info I continue shopping (I LOVE school supplies), check out and head to my car. You know what happens next.... Dead... Dead car... The same man who confidently told me it would start spent 20 minutes and 4 different chargy things trying to get it started. I am sweating - profusely - even Secret Clinical is no match for the heat.
The car finally starts and the Ironman calls. He got released from jury duty. Apparently he WAS listening to my suggestions. He informs me that my battery is only a year old and he bought it from Auto Zone and its probably still under warranty. Everyone try to remember that this "adventure" began at 8:20am and it was now 12:40. Auto Zone sounded like a perfect plan to me, but I had one little question - where was the Auto Zone battery receipt? I had diligently looked through every receipt in the glove compartment for such a document - but none was to be found. It seems THAT one didn't make it into the maintenance envelope....
So now, it's 2:30, I'm sitting at my desk with the not so fresh feeling, hoping the new Auto Zone battery works when I leave and waiting for Calgon to come take me away....
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Oh my goodness! I think I would have to walk down the block to the cupcake place to make me feel better if I were you. See ya at class tomorrow night.
I would have walked back into walmart purchased a blender, pina colada mix, ice and a big ol' insulated cup. Then went back to the service dept waiting area and setup a bar until they got me a battery. When Karen and I got back from New York my battery was dead in the parking lot across from the airport. I called Willie crying b/c I was so tired and knew I had Karen across the street at the airport with luggage in tow waiting on me. He was two hours away so it didn't do me any good other than for him to tell me my battery was dead b/c I had left the satelite radio on for 7 days. That goodness there was a sweet guy that had a battery charger who got me up and running again. Things like this should not happen to women. Can't wait for class tonight.
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