The new job is exciting but LOTS of information coming at me. And as I've mentioned about 10,000 times we're packing to leave our house at the end of October with absolutely no idea where we'll go. Sweet Jebus I'm so sick of all this.
Anyway, today when leaving work I start digging for my car keys . . . they are GONE! My first thought is I've locked them in the car again, like I did earlier this week. But then I remember that at least this time, I have my purse with me and therefore the spare key. So I keep walking to my car with my spare key in hand. But the car isn't there. Oh, that's right, I parked over HERE today. Car's not there either. OH CHRIST! Did I drop the keys and someone stole that piece of rust? Will the insurance be enough for a new one? When your car is stolen, do you call 911 or the non-emergency number? Who's going to pick up the kids at school?
All this time I'm wandering the parking lot dazed and confused.
Then I remember.
The van's in the shop.
Idiot or stress? It's anyone's call.
And the shop bill was $225.