Besides being just sick enough that I feel like crap and want to stay in bed all day, but not sick enough that I can rationalize actually calling into work, I just spent 1,100 bucks for my FIL to completely overhaul my Honda and get it in tip-top shape so it would get me through another year or so (it would have easily cost over 3k in a shop, he only charges us parts). I needed to get it done by yesterday, because he left this morning to go to Seattle where he's got a new job at Boeing and will be living (MIL is moving out there in spring).
And what happens when I'm driving to work this morning? The check engine light comes on. F*CK ME.

If I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little feet, I'd put shoes on the cat.
