Luck?

I survived another week.  I survived another parent-teacher conferences night.  I survived another surprise evaluation--this time from the Principal herself.

I started an anti depressant yesterday.

And our streak of rotten luck continues.  With ne car down for the count and an expensive repair just done this week on White Thunder (our Buick), she up and dies on Aaron in the middle of an incredibly busy intersection at 6:45 pm last evening.

He was coming to pick me up at work. 

So naturally I had to call my mother.  To go get gas in one of those gas cans, bring it to aaron (who thought the car ran out of gas.  Our gas guage is super broken, so it was the logical conclusion.)

Aaron spends like, at least a half hour with his hazards on in the middle of a ridiculous intersection, with assholes beeping and swerving and ...ugh.  He has to call the police to help because, as I mentioned, it is a pretty major intersection.  The police come, help him coast the car out of the road; my mum comes and they put the gas in.  No luck.  Won't start.

So this AM, borrowing my Mom's car,  we are headed out in the light of day to see if we can't get her started.  If not?  We are pretty fucking screwed.

~Beth