Unplanned sleepovers happen. Especially when someone locks their keys in their car and the other key is at their mom's house and it is the lively time of 3 am. I do not own a wire coat hanger so Dave couldn't even try that. We did try the poking a hole in a tennis ball then squashing it over the lock of a car that has auto locks but that didn't work. Didn't figure it would, but hell, have tennis ball could possibly travel. So Dave spent "the night"-- all of almost 4 hours-- on the couch. Why such a short night? I have to leave for work at 10 am and Dave's mom lives 45 minutes or so away, one direction, and of course, isn't planning to come out here to work today. She usually works in Farmington which is much much closer.
Dave said he'll give us some gas money. I ordinarily wouldn't take it, but this Jeep eats half a tank of gas every two days that both Jon and I work, so we need fuel money until my more economical car is repaired. Not sure how long that is going to take. It's on my to-do list for tomorrow.
To Do List:
Take car to mechanic. Have him fix lots of things.
Go to insurance office, put insurance on the Jeep. Would have done so Friday, but it was a sacred shopping holiday so the God of Capitalism could be worshiped so the insurance office was closed. So I am technically driving illegally but it couldn't be helped.
Go to Secretary of State and transfer title, get tags. Mental note: go to small unknown office so horrible 4 hour wait in line at big, well known office won't happen.
Take well-deserved nap.
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