Let Me Introduce You

To Murphy. As in Murphy's Law, which has been strictly enforced around our place lately. I hope this is the last we'll hear of it.

So, you know our Excursion was hit while we were shopping. We dealt with the fiasco and it came back in beautiful condition. The paint was shiny, accurate, and looked like the original. The bumper was put on correctly, better than it had been when we bought it and ready to go.

I went to the previously mentioned shopping complex (testing fate, I suppose) to get groceries for the upcoming guests. Everything was going fine. Under budget, record time, and I didn't even stop at the fast food joint for a milkshake and criss cut fries (and I hadn't even had dinner, either).

I get home with just enough time to unload so Allen can run to the airport to pick up our arrivals. As I reach to open the back window to unload my hull, the handle snaps off in my hand.

Are you kidding me?

I almost starting crying. Just the exhaustion of having to deal with one inconvenience after another for the last 4 months, on top of, raising a new baby (who isn't quite normal) is kind of taking its toll.

I chose to laugh instead. I walked in, handed the handle to Allen and walked back out. He literally said, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?"

Whatta ya gonna do?

P.S. Did I mention that either the starter or glow plugs and relay are also going out?