Monday, April 18, 2011

Death by a Thousand Cuts

For the third time in three years, the spousal unit has banged up the Highlander.  I just paid off the car last week, for cripe's sake.  Last night she smashed up the same part of the car she smashed up two years ago, in the same way -- by backing into a wall.  I can barely afford to put food on the table and now this.  Again.

Kill me.  Kill me now.


  1. Crimers all Friday...despair everywhere. I would just leave the stupid vehicle the way it is, as long as the smashed part doesn't effect drivability. We have a ridiculous snowstorm going on for christsake, and my mum is stuck in a for-profit hospital bed with no end in sight except more tests and more drugs and more loss of appetite and overworked nurses. I think I'll go to the library and lose myself. Wanna come?

  2. See? There's the new book. It's title? "Kill Me Now"

    I'd buy it. Turn it all around.