I have the craziest luck sometimes.
Especially when it comes to vehicles.
Last year, we decided to go on vacation to Connecticut to visit my niece and nephew. And I suppose their parents as well, but mainly the two babies. Of course, the day before we left, my air conditioning in my van went out...and it was supposed to be like 90* with a thousand percent humidity.
Against my better judgment, we took it to this little shop here in town. They were pretty much the only ones open on a Sunday anyways. $500 later and they fixed it, right?
We weren't even out of Ohio when the fucking A/C stopped working. Less than an hour into a 9 hour trip. With 7 people. In a minivan. In 90* heat with a thousand percent humidity.
The drive there and back sucked monkey balls to the point that I didn't even blog about it after. And I blog about poop and the voices in my head, so that should tell you something. Let's just say that when I got home, I made a grown man cry I was so pissed. (Let's not mention the fact that it took them an ADDITIONAL FIVE DAYS AFTER WE GOT HOME to fucking fix it right...)
Fast forward to this summer. Guess what goes out?
If you guess the A/C in my van, you'd only be partially right.
Cause so did the A/C in the truck.
And the A/C in our house.
And it's 90* with a thousand percent humidity again.
And we took the van in to get re-charged, hoping against hope that was all it was...and of course it wasn't and they had to order the part and it won't get fixed until tomorrow. Costing just under another $400 dollars. Oh, and fixing the A/C in the house will cost another $900. Cause of course we need a new compressor and that shit is expensive, yo.
And don't forget my husband has hurt his arm and is off work for four months. We have disability insurance, but that's only 60% of his income. So not much extra money right now. And of course I want to go to see my niece and nephew again (and possibly their parents too, since I suppose they will be there as well...) but I am afraid of trying to leave the state and having another air conditioning unit breaking.
Yeah, fuck you.
I'd play the lottery but I'd probably get a paper cut from the ticket and end up with my thumb amputated after I get gangrene from the infection I'd get from the ticket being touched by the gas station attendant who handles money that has cocaine and malaria all over it. But not before failing a random drug test at work because of the coke residue that entered my system from the cut.
Wait, I have to take an anti-malarial medication for my Sjogren's. I'm covered there, at least! Finally, a win! Plus I'm pretty sure I just came up with a brand new excuse for failing a drug screen that my clients have NOT come up with, so there's that as well.