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Guess what today is! It's my 30 month anniversary! Mike and I have been married for exactly two and a half years. Unfortunately, I think after the second anniversary, much like the second birthday, you stop celebrating months or half years, but I can at least commemorate it with a mention. Thirty months, and we still like each other! I am pleased.
In other news, the new car broke today. Sigh. And it was one of the only things that still worked on the Saab too, the windshield wipers. They just seized up after the snow last night and stopped working at all. Since we're supposed to get snow again quite soon here, I took my afternoon off with the car and went car fixer hunting. Not that we don't like Rick the mechanic, but it seems only fair to shop around a little, now that we have a Dodge that any old meringue can fix. And OBriens beats old Rick all hollow in the "I don't have a car right now, so I'll hang around here for a few hours" department. Rick didn't even have a chair. This place has a free fancy coffee machine, nice chairs, big televisions, and free wireless. I could live here. If they fix the wipers before I have to go pick up Mike from school, I'm sold.
In the spirit of fixing things on the day when I have the car, I took the phone to the Cingular store to see why it wasn't working. I was awarded the opportunity to look like a complete moron when it worked just fine for him, notwithstanding the fact that it was a total nonfunctioning monster at the end of last week. Not that I'm upset that something might actually _not_ need fixing for once, I just wish it would stop toying with my emotions. Six more months on the contract, so we will celebrate our third anniversary with trying to find some less expensive phone option. Woo!
In the spirit of fixing things (sort of), I also gave blood today. The American people have now collectively abosorbed two full gallons of my blood. My plan to hemoglobularly infiltrate the populace is proceeding at a satisfactory pace. Also, I got a mug! And a parking ticket. Sigh. A day of many karmic reversals. I'm hoping to go our on a high note with a good and not too expensive resolution on the windshield wipers. Until that time, I will be here, drinking coffee and killing settlers along the entire Oregon Trail. It's a living.
In other news, the new car broke today. Sigh. And it was one of the only things that still worked on the Saab too, the windshield wipers. They just seized up after the snow last night and stopped working at all. Since we're supposed to get snow again quite soon here, I took my afternoon off with the car and went car fixer hunting. Not that we don't like Rick the mechanic, but it seems only fair to shop around a little, now that we have a Dodge that any old meringue can fix. And OBriens beats old Rick all hollow in the "I don't have a car right now, so I'll hang around here for a few hours" department. Rick didn't even have a chair. This place has a free fancy coffee machine, nice chairs, big televisions, and free wireless. I could live here. If they fix the wipers before I have to go pick up Mike from school, I'm sold.
In the spirit of fixing things on the day when I have the car, I took the phone to the Cingular store to see why it wasn't working. I was awarded the opportunity to look like a complete moron when it worked just fine for him, notwithstanding the fact that it was a total nonfunctioning monster at the end of last week. Not that I'm upset that something might actually _not_ need fixing for once, I just wish it would stop toying with my emotions. Six more months on the contract, so we will celebrate our third anniversary with trying to find some less expensive phone option. Woo!
In the spirit of fixing things (sort of), I also gave blood today. The American people have now collectively abosorbed two full gallons of my blood. My plan to hemoglobularly infiltrate the populace is proceeding at a satisfactory pace. Also, I got a mug! And a parking ticket. Sigh. A day of many karmic reversals. I'm hoping to go our on a high note with a good and not too expensive resolution on the windshield wipers. Until that time, I will be here, drinking coffee and killing settlers along the entire Oregon Trail. It's a living.
