Alrighty, the crappiness continues….
First a friend comes over to pick up some fabric to help me sew. While she is here Cole manages to scare her little girl and make her cry. From that point on she wants to go home. They leave, Cole flips out. He wanted her to stay, he says he did not mean to make her cry (he was running through the house screaming). I decide it may be time to head to the grocery store. We go out to get in the car and there is a ticket on my car. For expired plates. $75. I have the new plates in the back of my car but the bolt is stripped so we had not put them on yet. On the ticket is a phone number for questions. I call, she says if I want to contest it I have to go to court. What? My car was PARKED AT MY HOUSE. How can I get a ticket for expired plates when no one was driving the car. AND the plates were in the car! UGH! On the drive over to the grocery store I imagine my letter to them.
Dear City of Worthington
You Suck
Instead of speding your time giving me a ticket for plates that I do actually have, please find more useful things to do like catching the teenager that speeds down my street every day, never stopping at the stop sign. Or the neighborhood psycho that rings my door at 9:30 at night asking to do yardwork to earn money to go buy beer.
With Love
Elisa
So I go the grocery store and spend half the time negotiating with Cole. When I load up my groceries the diet coke box breaks and cans go everywhere. 24 cans. Look, here they are NEXT TO MY PLATES!
So I get them all in the car and head home. When I open the back of the car the bag with the eggs falls into the driveway. The eggs are upside down. By this point I am crying, Happy Freakin’ Birthday.
But then…….
small changes in the other direction. The deliveryman pulls up and gives me this
from my sweet husband.
And look at this
The eggs survived the fall. Not one broke.
