Why, hello, there. Wanna hear about my interesting day? This is a big deal, getting a glimpse into my daily life! So, here goes.

 

It started last night, actually, when our friends who are flying in for the weekend had their flight delayed, so they would be getting in this morning. No problems! All was well. Cut to today, around 10:45. Sam and B’s plane has landed, no problems. My husband is out the door to go to work, and calls me (or tries to, our reception sucks in our area, so it takes about five tries to actually connect) saying we have a problem--our front left tire is flat! YAY!

 

So, we have to dig around for the number for Todd to call in to work. Since we only have one car, we’d have to get the donut put on before we went ANYWHERE (well, that’s a given . . .). After Todd calls in, we call my parents and let them know what’s going on--they’re both at work, too, so they can’t drive Todd in.

 

We call our car dealership and tell them the problem--at first we just think it’s the nitrogen we put in the tires screwing up--they give us their roadside assistance number to call so they can help us with the tire if we need it.

Turns out that it’s not the nitrogen, however--there’s a nail in the tire! Oh, joy of joys. My mother calls back at this point, and we talk about the situation. She says changing the tire ourselves would be quickest . . . but we’re still trying to get our place cleaned up! (Enter Orochi-robin. Not Naruto, but King of Fighters.)

 

After three attempts at calling the roadside assistance number (automated fun, voice activated nightmare!), I get through to explain the problem--only to have Sam call on the other line (can’t answer!), and then my cell phone (no reception!) . . . . once we get ahold of Sam, he tells us they’ve had problems getting their rental car due to their messed-up flight. They’re about to head out now, however, and should see us soon.

 

. . . . Until they call us back. The GPS in their rental is on the fritz, and they’re lost. So, we try to Mapquest their location, and give them a good route to follow, without any tolls. Everything seems peachy. Then the roadside assistance guy calls--he made it . . . to our old apartment, which was still in the system (which it shouldn’t have been . . .). SO . . . Todd gives him directions to our new location--then Sam calls back, in need of some more help; luckily, their GPS comes back on and they are able to work their way out of the airport area to come to our place.

 

Roadside assistance’s automated service called to let us know when our help would be arriving; the assistance vehicle called on the other line to let us know he was there. Then when I hung up, the automated doohickie called back, said ‘Hello. Goodbye.’ and hung up. Wow.

 

Now roadside assistance is here, helping with our poor car. Now, it’s only 12:30 PM. I don’t drink, but if I did, I’d be on my third Midori Sour of the day.

 

There was a total eclipse of the sun schedule for today, wasn’t there? Does this mean my birthday tomorrow will be fucking awesome? I hope so!

 

At least it’s not raining . . . yet!

 

See you all at Otakon at artist alley table A-13!

 

. . . . Edit for 10 minutes later: It is now raining.