When it rains it pours, and our household seems to be stuck in the middle of a category five storm. I hope the storm passes soon.
Yesterday, the Focus didn’t make it through the snow storm safely, it ran into the back of a full sized pickup truck. Thankfully, nobody was hurt. Hope nobody cares that I’m going to use one of the kid’s phrases “It wasn’t me”.
This is my second Friday in a row of dealing with cars.
Last Friday I went to take Gen to school and noticed the ignition was falling into the dash on the Flex. My husband told me to take it to the dealership, I did. After I spent 4.5 hours there and $60 it was identified that the problem was due to the remote start we had installed in December. Today, I dropped the Flex off at Mickey Shorr this morning, to have the remote starter re-installed and I can only hope they will reimburse me for the charge at the dealership. Yes, they told me I should have brought it to them first but how the heck was I supposed to know the problem was based on something they did and not the vehicle itself. Really? Do I look like I am a Car Whisperer?
Today I’ve also been to three collision shops for the Focus, three estimates I might even get one or two more, I don’t know. Looking for advice/recommendations from friends in the downriver area (if you don’t know what the downriver area is that probably means you’re not close enough to help).
Next on the agenda I’m thinking maybe I should research body shops for me, feels like I’m aging fast lately. Good thing I color my hair because I’m probably snow white under the existing color. Which reminds me, I had to cancel my hair appointment yesterday, I’ll have to figure out where I’ll put that back in (least of my worries, so if you noticed that there is a little white towards my scalp just pretend I was baking and got a little flour in my hair.) And I guess y’all need to view me with Austin Goggles on, according to him “I’m one hot momma!”
Now on a very positive note, Austin is doing well. I slept on the couch last night just to make sure we didn’t have any adverse reactions (his room is right off of the living room). I can say he slept like a baby, wish I could say the same for me. I’m a mother, that’s all I can I say, that mom radar kept waking me all night long, any unusual sound (real or not). I did joke with him that I was going to put a sleeping bag right next to his bed. I didn’t, he didn’t want me that close J - would probably bring back too many hospital memories.
As for writing being therapeutic, lately I’m beginning to think I may need to write a novel.

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