Curse You Car!

You know those days when you wake up and know immediately you should stay in bed? Today was one of those days.

My morning started out like this:

• Took a cold shower as our water heater will only allow one person to have a hot shower, no matter how short the first shower was.
• Drove the DH to work and barely got him there in time - his morning started out worse than mine.
• Left the boy at work after asking if the car was going to get me to work okay since it was making burnt rubber smells. The boy assured me it would. That was a lie.

Approximately 10 minutes after leaving the boy, the car started smoking. I was distracted by the fact I could see my breath in the car, so it took a moment to realize not only could I see my breath, but I could see the car's breath as well. And it did not look healthy.

Five minutes after that I was on Scholls Ferry (on a hill, of course) when I hit the gas and the car did not shoot forward. So I hit the gas harder after confirming I was indeed in Drive while a little voice in the back of my mind said that may not be a good idea. (I didn't think I had parked it, but one never knows.) Never fear little voice, I did not slam into the back of the van in front of me.

The car was dead. As in would-not-start-dead. And I was not in the right hand lane which would have made pushing the car over easier. So, I did what most girl's have a bad day would do. I started shaking and then begged the car to start.

Begrudgingly, it did. Out of respect for its moodiness, I moved over into the right hand lane and realized I wasn't even halfway home, so there was no way I was going to risk driving all the way in to work. With a lot of whining from the car, I made it into my driveway. Still shaking. I called the DH, who did not answer and told him the car died on me and today was not a good day to not answer his phone. I then proceeded to call a coworker and ask if she could get me and then called my boss who said they could come pick me up on their way back from a meeting up the road from my house. At 11:30.

The boy called back and asked me to put more water in the car and then take it over to the radiator place up the road. I was not real excited about getting back in the car so soon - or ever - but I obliged and then had a lovely mile walk home while talking to a dear friend.

Now I am back in my work clothes - walking a mile in slacks and high heels that slip off my feet was just asking for trouble, so I changed into jeans and walking shoes - a bit sweaty, irritated, but no less worn and I still have about 40 minutes before I will try Go-to-Work Round 2. In someone else's car.