It's the Little Things...

This is the kind of banter that goes on between myself and the Impertinent One. This is the kind of skewed humor we have.

So, I'm driving her to school while the Impossible Son is trying to wake up in the back seat. The radio is on, and I'm complaining about how much my head hurts ("It feels like someone's been scrubbing the inside of my skull with a Brillo pad, for reals!" "Aw, poor Mom!"), and we've just started frantically stabbing at the radio buttons because the station we were listening to has decided to start TALKING and we want MUSIC!! The big, giant, county-sized SUV in front of us starts weaving, and we slow down. Now, it's early, we're on a very straight, non-busy street, yet this person is driving as if there are... elephants... sitting at intervals on the side of the road. Miss Priss and I look at each other and she says, "Um... maybe they're avoiding the bumps??"

Except... this road is flat, no bumps yet.

"I suspect the person in front of us is experiencing an alternate reality at the moment, honey," I said, and then I grin.

She sees it and says, "Uh-oh."

"Perhaps they're avoiding Orcs," I say.

She blinks, then says, "Well, you know, hitting Orcs with your car is the worst. I mean, the mess it makes."

"Yeah," I said. "All over your hood, your tires, it's disgusting!"

"Entrails everywhere!" she says, and snorts, trying not to laugh. "And when it dries, it's like, virtually impossible to get off, it ruins your paintjob..."

"And then there's the smell," I said, my face hurting because I'm struggling not to crack a big grin.

"You practically have to use a hammer and chisel to get them off," she offers. "Clang, clang, clang!!"

"Yeah, and man, you have to hope you don't crack your windshield."

"I KNOW!" she says. "And then, the arms get tangled in the windshield wipers every single time!! It takes forever to get them out!! You turn them on and it's like your car is waving ugly arms at people..."

"True," I said, "But you know what the worst part is?"

"What?" she asked breathlessly, eyes sparkling because she knows it's coming.

I look at her, struggling not to laugh, and manage to keep my face straight, but just barely. "The squealing."

She died laughing. "Good one, Mom!!"

The the Impossible Son, finally waking up from the back seat, chirps, "What Orcs??"

I love my kids!!!

Hmmmm...

You know, I just went to post an entry on my family journal over at Greatest Journal. It's just for my family, since we're all spread out, and keeps me from having to repeat the same information to everyone I call, which can be frustrating.

Anyhow, I was picking an icon to use and frowned. I thought, "You know, I coulda swore I had more icons than this!" So, after I picked one and posted, I went to look at my icons. And it said that I was limited to five icons. So, 31 of my 36 icons was listed as "inactive."

WTF???

Maybe I'll move the family journal to InsaneJournal after all. *grumbles at the inconvenience*

I have to teach my dad how to log in ALL OVER AGAIN!!! *rips hair out*

A-Guh???

What... the... f...?????? 

What?? Nair for 10 year olds??? 


I'm... floored.  And... did I mention... floored???

Opinions, please!!

Hello, my lovely F-List!

I need your help. Tell me what you think.

The Husbandly One took his little Chevy Aveo in for regularly scheduled maintenance last week. It was time for the timing belt to be replaced. That was last Friday. It stayed parked until Monday morning, when he got ready to go to work. Then, it started running really rough, to the point that the engine was shaking the car! It nearly stalled on him twice, so he turned around and came home, called the dealership, and took it back.

They're not sure, but they think a tooth has broken off the cog that the drive belt runs on, and that is the problem. They think. Maybe. They're not sure. The only thing they are sure of is that this is their screw-up, because the car was in good condition when it was brought in.

There is a possibility the car may be totaled.

Now, I feel that if this is the case, then the dealership owes THO a new car. Maybe not brand new, since he bought his car used, but a new to him car. THO disagrees. He says they only owe him the fair market value of the car and that's it.

I disagree. I say they owe him that, plus damages, because they're the ones that bollixed up his car. I can't get him to see this, and I'm beginning to think it's the terms "new car" that is throwing him. I have yet to call our insurance agent to see what their take on this is.

Thing is, which one of us is right? Am I way off base, or is he too eager to wash his hands of the whole situation and get it over with?

Tell me what y'all think!