1, my car is broken. It won't start with the key, but will with the auto start. My mechanic told me a couple months ago to take it where I got the auto start installed so they could fix it. I called them, told them what was wrong with it and they told me since they don't install auto-start anymore to call their sister dealership who does. When I did and told them what was wrong with it they said it wasn't an auto-start problem, but a key problem. The place that installed my auto-start is three hours away in my hometown and it's been tough for me to schedule a trip for them to fix it, so they told me to call a Chevy place in Fargo. Well, I took my car to the Chevy place yesterday and paid 137 bucks for them to tell me that the wiring is fucked up in my auto-start programming (uh, really!?), not have it fixed yet and get a "courtesy" oil change.
2, because of this bullshit I have to schedule a trip home and Ben can't come with me because he works, so I'd be leaving him for a weekend and I'd feel crappy about it.
3, fast forward to about an hour ago, I've been informed that everyone on my dad's side of the family is coming to my hometown this weekend for some sort of family reunion and if Ben and I don't go, we will be the only ones not in attendance. This basically means that we have to go, and since we can't take her with us we have to find last minute accommodations for Lucy (she is not allowed in my parent's house), so, this is a pain in my ass. My family plans NOTHING ahead of time. It's ALWAYS last minute. (eta - this weekend's trip is last minute enough to not be able to get in to get my car fixed /RAGE)
4, in addition, because of this last minute garbage Ben is being a brat because he feels bad that he told his folks we would probably be staying home this weekend instead of going to their place this weekend. And now it looks like we're going to see my family.
5, I am not mentally prepared yet to go home and see how the chronic flooding has turned the already sopping wet community into even more of an ocean of the midwest. In fact, it kind of makes me sick to my stomach to think about.
6, this pineapple greek yogurt I'm snacking on tastes like a moldy foot.
Anyone else wanna gripe with me? I like to gripe, but I like to do it with good company.