I'm Sorry, We Don't Do Good Days Here

It's not even noon and this day has already been pretty crappy. 

The only good thin is I did manage to make it on a quick car trip with my mother. That was a nice small victory. It was a less than fifteen minute trip but I'm still considering it a total victory. 

But let's go back to the very beginning, when my groggy butt woke up in so much pain that I could punch something cute and adorable and not feel bad. I really overdid it on the workouts yesterday. 

I managed to get myself to the coffee pot and cleaned it to make this morning's brew of thou-shall-not-kill-juice. The sink was still full of dishes because the boy child had not done them, so I was going to get read to do them. 

No hot water. 

So that means until we get a new hot water heater it's going to be cold showers. 

I thank everything that is holy and sacred that we live in Florida. If this had happened and we lived in a place with a really cold winter we would be screwed. I also appreciate our Home Depot card, which will fund a new hot water heater. 

That is just a little bump in the road. The temperature has been in the 80s so a cool shower won't be so bad. 

Then we get to the car so I can do my daily mini journey to get my anxiety levels in a vehicle back to normal road rage rather than "oh, god, danger, gonna puke everywhere". 

Things seemed ok until we backed out of the driveway and the transmission sounded like it slipped. I reached over to the gearshift and jiggled it a bit (that's what you have to do to my car when it acts like a patoot) and away we went. 

We made it about a mile and a half to the next stop sign after the one at the end of my street, and it started doing it again. FML. 

I made a joke to my mother, at least we have AAA, buuuuuut she cancelled it. 

She figured we were already so far from the house that we should just go through with the journey, which we did. We went through the drive through cooler and got our drinks and started home. 

We did just fine until we hit another stop sign. It sputtered, she slammed the gas, and we almost hit a chick that didn't use her blinker when turning. 

And that is my day thus far.

Hopefully the rest will be much better, and I'll get some sort of good news. I don't care what kind. Something good.