day five

You know your car repair has gone terribly wrong when you find yourself calling your dad crying who in turn has to call his lawyer. Today Midas called us about an hour before our van was supposed to be ready. They said, 'your van is in pieces and if you ever want to see it again you must pay us an additional $250, oh yeah, your floors are in the back so we're holding those hostage also. Just for fun." Okay, this isn't an exact quote, but yeah, they pretty much pulled a fast one. After advice from the lawyer we ended up just agreeing to it. We could have said, "nevermind, we'll pay you $550 for the work already done and then go pay the dealership another $500 to do it, plus towing fees to get it there" but I mean, really? Yeah. I could have gone to pretty much any other place in the phone book and not been screwed over but that's okay. Lesson learned.


The mechanic completely offended me by saying, 'maybe your dad or husband could replace your brake pads. They're dead.' uhh, yeah. I realize I'm a girl and all but let's not make any assumptions. My husband knows nothing about cars and I used to work on them for a living. But that's cool. You've already jacked my money, you may as well insult me, too.

From 7:30- 9:30 I danced the night away with my kids. We had a blast. It was just what I needed. We turned off all the lights so the neighbors couldn't see us and we were as loud and crazy as we wanted to be!