Murphy's law

Well, if anything could happen to make me more worried about the expense of going to RWA, it was this.

I was going to the grocery store this evening, accelarating on the access, and I blew an oil hose. I'm praying that's all it is. But I had a good while to think while I was waiting for the tow truck (Daddy Rule #1-Never drive a vehicle that has no oil). What if it had happened while I was in San Marcos, 20 minutes away? Or if Big J hadn't been home to call me that tow truck? ( I don't have a cell and haven't needed one in years)

The big problem? How much is this going to cost? And how much of THAT is going to hurt my conference expenses?

Well, I'm a little teary-eyed over the gesture. My man has me covered. He's making sure I AM going to conference and that even if the car is more than either of us think it will be, he will have the money to pay for it. (He also needs some crazy money for the days that I'm not home to cook and cater to him and the boy, so it's not all meant for me. Damn! Would make for some good Galleria money, right girls?)

I'm just upset that this happened. I did see oil in the drive when the truck dropped me off (Nice guy. Always use this shop in town), so it was only a matter of time apparently because the oil was not there this afternoon when I got home from the first leg of my shopping day.

But it never fails, right when you think you're almost safe. BAM!

*sigh*

And the world turns...

Tune in later for another episode of wacky weirdness, courtesy of yours truly.