Nothing quite starts the day out right like having your car thefted from in front of your house in the dead of night. Yes indeedy, you get this bizarre feeling that you are not in Kansas anymore, Toto. So what do you do? Get mad? Get even? No. You blog. You blog because it is funny. You blog because you know what the car is REALLY like. And you know the joke is on the perp.
Let me begin by saying it wasn't MY car that was stolen. Nosirreebob. It was the Prince Consort's vehicle - aged and decrepit as it was - that was heisted from the street in front of our house. Apparently the remote transmitters for the alarm died 2 days ago. Because that is ALWAYS how things work. The alarm system dies and THEN the car gets stolen. And why not while we weren't even HOME for a month?
Anyhow, the car is gone, it had no theft coverage because of it's age and (lack of) value and so now we're a one conveyance family. Which is to say that we are shuffling schedules to make this work until tax time. We love tax time. Because tax time is bonus time and that means a nice little nest egg with wich we will part company almost as quickly as we make it's acquaintance. And that is fine.
You may be asking yourself why the joke is on the perp. Well, would YOU steal a car that needed a new timing belt? Or that had body damage from a recent fender bender? Or that had a SERIOUS roof leak that let in copious amounts of precipitation Every Time It Rains? See, YOU, faithful reader, are SMART. Or at least have a healthy sense of Good vs Bad Karma. I figure it like this: that car was a beater. It STUNK to high heaven because the carpet was permanently moist from the roof leak. The stereo speakers were busted. It needed a 135,000 mile service and then some.
So, now, faithful readers, I leave you with the following sentiment:
