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The week of the crazies

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The woman whose name was not goli wanted BADLY to add some Irish Cream to her coffee. And she would have, if she had any in the house :yes: Or if it wasnt a twenty minute drive to the tribal convenience store which had the best prices on booze in the area :nosee:

 

It had been a hell of a strange week, starting on Wednesday. Admittedly, the road to the stupidass temp job was crazy, what with the interminable efforts of Safeway to build their supermarket, along with the required garage, just up the hill. So, there WAS a lot of stuff to take ones attention off her driving. But normally, the woman whose name was not goli was alert enough NOT to hit the curb :crit:

 

Or at least alert enough to check the damned tire that had incurred the curb hit. BEFORE the end of the day. But, NOOOO - when she and her little dog got home from a little road trip (which involved driving the dog to the only spot for a good long walk on flat terrain in the frickin semi-immediate neighborhood) she noticed the tire was losing air. In ten minutes, flat as a pancake :duck:

 

The only smart decision :idea: she made was to call Triple A the next morning to come and change it.

 

Since it turned out the space-saver tire in the trunk had saved a LOT of space, by leaking air, too. It didnt look flat, but wouldnt have gotten very far :thonk:

 

While waiting for the towtruck to crash down the road (turns out the trees on the foreclosed neighbors side of the road had grown a few lot too many branches for vehicles larger than hers to pass without hitting) the woman whose name wasnt Goli decided to take the dog for a nice little walk.

 

Another neighbor was driving home from the nightshift, down the road they were walking up. The car kept edging closer and closer to the side of the road. By the time the woman whose name was not Goli figure out it wasnt stopping, stepped out of the way, and hauled her little dog with her, the progress of the car had been arrested by the rural mailbox pole (which did not survive), and the little dog had missed getting hit by less than a foot.

 

The towtruck arrived, the flatspare was inflated, and the tire company was kind enough to pro-rate the warranty on the totaled tire and replace it for $12. Great news, except they also figured that the car needed a $355 brake job. Like, right now. Well, the woman whose name was not Goli, wasnt THAT big a fool not quite and made an appointment to get the brakes fixed/looked at with her own, long-suffering mechanics. (When she arrived to discuss the situation, the frickin BOSS hid in his office - wonder why?)

 

After neatly cutting her hand with the clippers she was using to cut back the tree branches for the NEXT towtruck or other emergency vehicle arrival, and fixing it with the largest Bandaid in the house, she spent Saturday afternoon making the usual round of frustration one petfood place had the treats the dog liked, but not the food that wouldn't give the cat kittyacne. The other place had a savings coupon which the the woman whose name should have been Fidiot had forgotten to bring. But at least she GOT the frickin cat food, which meant that she wouldnt have to worry about stopping for cat food on the way to the ferry Sunday, in the car with the good brakes, to get to the Hermetic Studies group which had been dumb enough to let her join.

 

Except that, Saturday night, the woman whose name should be TRIPLE X FIDIOT thought that the dog had eaten the saran wrap off a dinner roll, called the emergency vet, hauled ass and dog out at twice the speed limit in the car with the bad brakes (since thats the car the dog could get into), and waited for the vets to get the dog to vomit up the plastic. Which, despite drugs and hydrogen peroxide, the dog refused to do. And it was a toss-up as to who behave worse, the dog, who peed on the floor in the reception area, or the owner, who was, ahem, VERY bitchy about paying a bill for $159 to get a dog NOT to vomit :mad:

 

When they got home, the saran wrap was eventually discovered in the garbage, which Ms. Fidiot should have thoroughly searched, BEFORE the vet-panic. Ms. Fidiot was unhappy about the bill, Mr. Dog was unhappy that he couldnt have any food, water, or, most importantly, treats, until morning. After spending the night alternately petting and yelling at Mr. Dog, who spent the night alternately pacing around his dog bed and searching for the treats he couldnt have, it was obvious no one was going anywhere the next morning. No Seattle for Ms. Fidiot, and no walk for Mr. BadassDog, not until the rain cleared up. After water, food, and treats, Mr. Dog settled down for a good nap, and appeared to be doing okay.

 

So she whose name is Fidiot instead of not Goli for a while, decided to get her coffee hoping the brewbot would not act up the way it did Saturday, when it refused to clean itself until Fidiot applied a screwdriver to it, and head for her computer hoping it would start right away, and not refuse to boot up three times (following the latest round of MicroShits updates) like it did Saturday.

 

Fortunutly, both brewbot and computerbot cooperated, and Fidiot remembered there had been a bright spot in the week of the crazies she had FINALLY figured out that she could just FRICKIN UNBLOCK her favorite website :joy: which analwebroot had unaccountably decided to block (she suspected they had hiredaharris) :mane:

 

So she decided to go there and whine. Until the weather cleared and she could take the dog out, and go out herself to get another frickin dinner roll for tonights dinner. And remember to put the entity-she-still-doesnt-quite-believe-in-damned saran wrap IMMEDIATELY in the garbage :oh:

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oh NO!!!

 

(i hope comments here are okay … )

 

what hell of a week!! :kind: and what a hilarious way of telling it, though it can't have been very funny while it was happening … :duck:

 

Poor Goli.

 

Poor Charles.

 

But most of all poor Goli. :heart:

 

… and :flower: for the story … :yes:

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what a rollercoaster! glad not-goli and Charles are both OK....but oh dear, what a week!!!

 

:heart:

 

and thanks for the story!

 

:flower:

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:sweat::neutral::huh::insp::duh::wow::duck::roll::money: :itgetsworse: :swoon::idea::p:lol::roflmao::jump2::silly2:

 

:sigh: and she who was not goli survived to tell the tale... :up::wink::heart:

 

:omm::vulture:

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:wink: ta... tribute to a brilliant post... a shame it is fact :sigh: (((((she-who-is-not-goli)))))

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Wow, that's enough craptastic drama for a month, let alone a week. Dogs! when you want them to vomit hey don't bu put them in a room with a lean carpet....No problem. I'm glad Charles is ok and the week is behind you. :cocoa::greenhat:

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:manic: yes, it is, and also an accurate one in this case :high5:

 

As is the emomovie :yes:

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dear god, that is one seriously crazy, scary week. but how delightfully you recount it although i have to say i had a heart attack while reading about the car accident. i'm just glad you and charles are both ok. :heart:

 

bessie, brilliant emovie.

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