It's ALIVE!

The parts store, of course, ordered the wrong a/c bypass pulley for the Jeep putting Jon in a mood I'll attribute to the big, bad wolf.  He was so mad at them, he didn't give them a chance to order the correct part...because, for some reason, when you tell people you need a part for a 1996 Jeep Cherokee with a 4.0 Litre inline 6, they hear "Grand Cherokee". Nope. Not the same. 

So, I took matters into my own hands, ordered the correct pulley from amazon, paid $12 extra for 2 day shipping because the parts store  was going to charge me $50 no matter what (I had budgeted for $50 even though the part on Amazon was $38 and figured a mere $12 was worth a week's worth of NOT hearing "I just want my Jeep to run......whine, whine, snivel..")

Yesterday being a beautiful 50 degree January day in Michigan, Ed was busy and couldn't do the install.  So, of course, Ed also apparently being a morning person, knocks on the door at 8 am ready to fix the Jeep.  The clutch we were bypassing was totally disintegrated...no shocker. The compressor isn't locked up or anything. Jon may try to sell it on CraigsList. 

I'm positive the a/c woes have nothing to do with the compressor anyway, vehicles with over 200,000 miles rarely hold the freon (yes, yes, its not freon anymore but I dunno what the new chemical is called) charge and its not worth the cost.  If he can sell it, I'm all for it.

Ed tinkered and by 8:30 the Jeep roared to life.  Jon is happy, meaning I am happy. 

Also meaning I don't have to drive to Westland, drive to work, then drive to Westland.  Yay! I hate driving in Westland. It's a land of the under-educated, folks with less than standard issue common sense who are sheep and loooovvve to visit the shopping district, more than your average percentage of drunk drivers, stupid incompetent teen drivers, and people driving the following car types: New expensive SUVs, alligator-snooted mini-vans, Cadillacs, and cars that are generally held together with duct tape.  All of whom, I find, (through generalization)  have drivers who are completely oblivious to others and will frequently, line  up in LANES of the MAIN STREET at a DEAD STOP to go to some gas station on the corner where gas is 3 cents cheaper so people going through have no way to maneuver around aforementioned assholes.

In other news, Bear is finished with his hunger strike, meaning the in laws are due back today...we have been feeding him things like dollar menu hamburgers...and  he will nibble on his dog food after eating a hamburger...the fiend.

Peaches, the bird, has gone insane and is plucking itself.  I think he hates Jon and I.  Am afraid Patti is going to freak out over her bald bird.  We told Bob, who is not emotionally attached to it, but there really isn't anything we can do for Peaches.  I think he just misses Patti.