Note to Self: Things Can Always Get Worse

Last week was not a good week.

The following happened:

Jon's beloved Jeep decided to have a broken axle...and the poor rust bucket just wasn't worth all the work and expense to repair considering allllll its many other issues including body, frame, doors, engine, ignition, wheel bearing, muffler, overheating at random, but she STILL RAN...just was getting more and more dangerous.

The Pontiac we acquired to replace the Jeep has a broken ignition...key WILL NOT TURN FORWARD now that somehow it turned to drive to our house.  Also has an antitheft device in the ignition somewhere that makes swapping out the ignition for a switch basically impossible...and as the car is rabidly crashed and it was $200 we are likely (unless some miracle happens, and I wish it would) junking it instead of plating it.

So now we need to look for a car.  Even old cars are not cheap.  And we have little savings so will have to borrow money...even though we still haven't paid off the loan to fix the plumbing to acquire some other old car that hopefully has less issues than the Pontiac. It also needs a pretty drastic muffler repair and the rear bumper somehow stuck back on as well as a battery and who knows what else.

And have to cancel our much looked forward to vacation to the UP with friends.  I just don't see it happening with things the way they are at the moment.  Even though it was a very economical vacation I am going to need the money we were going to spend to use on something else.

If my car had less miles on it I would be fine with being down to one car again. However, it doesn't.  And something on my car will inevitably break and leave us stranded again.  Ruth and Joe are all out of spare Jeeps...so....

Summer may have finally arrived in Michigan.  The lawn needs mowed but as it is very hot and humid outside I have so far decided to put that off. 

On the other hand, while listening to the radio this morning while waiting to go into work after dropping Jon off at his work, I learned about this man and my life didn't seem so terrible after all.  Poor guy. I really can't imagine...

                              And then I did imagine; shame on me, because this is out of context.

But it would be the most terrible thing ever to have to wear upside down sweatshirts to contain your balls and use a milk crate to support them because they weighed as much as another human being.

And, its not over for this poor guy, if This Article is correct which I very much doubt. I have a reluctance to trust any source called the Sun because this is written very much like a tabloid and I am guessing that it is.  All I can say is if I had the choice between a very small penis and painfully disfiguring testes, I'd choose the tiny penis.

Also this blog somehow has managed 1000 views.  Considering I have three subscribers and two of them are rarely ever on...if ever...that's pretty good.