I have no idea how we became the most unlucky people in our lives this week but we killed two cars and a third is on its last legs. I don't want to get into too many details, I've been bitching all week on my facebook page so if you really want to know you can go there. Thankfully, we have a fresh infusion of money coming Monday so I'll be able to get our third car up and running fully. I do feel really bad for my wife though. Her car is totally dead and unfortunately the car her mother loaned also died completely while mine was in the shop. We feel really guilty even though we both know it wasn't our fault. We just want this fucking week to be over with.
Oh wait. It is. At least as far as work is concerned anyway. I'm off till Sunday and my wife is off till Saturday so we have a couple of days to decompress and hopefully fuck like rabid bunnies to relieve the massive buildup of stress. I plan only on playing a lot of video games and sleeping a whole lot.
Our cat Triton is an asshole.
Don't let the cute demeanor trick you. He's a fucking prick. The furry bastard was screaming at the bedroom door and wouldn't shut up from about 9am on past eleven. I ended up going back to sleep after locking his sorry ass in the bathroom. My daughter was too busy playing Minecraft to realize that he was out of food and that was why he was screaming at me. I had only had 2 hours of sleep so I never thought to even check his food bowl.
So he's an asshole and I'm sorry to him.
