~razzigyrl

Okay then, news to my dear friends, Rollie lives!!!! Unbe-frooging-lievable, right? Since Nov of last year until just yesterday, my poor Rollie has been practicing for a career as a lawn ornament. But she had returned, with new motor, and hopefully she lasts longer than 3 months this time. Blast Terry, he had been putting off fixing my car to "teach me a life lesson", apparently that I need to pay for things. Apparently he had yet to learn the lesson that YOU NEED TO DO WHAT YOU'VE BEEN PAID FOR in a TIMELY MANNER.

Wretch. Miserable bloody wretch. And it's his own blasted fault that I haven't babysat the Hellions for several months even though I've had the time. It's not worth A: the headache of the hellions themselves, B: the condescending attitude by which it makes it seem as though HE's doing ME a favor, or C: the idea that I'm supposed to hand right back him the money I bloody well EARNED (you have no idea how hard it can be to not kill those boys sometimes)for the car I got to use for 3 months, and not save any back for myself, gas money, etc. Mum is pissed and on his side, not listening to the facts as I see them : I had no car and no job, no ride to find a job, no money to pay for my yard ornament car until I have a working car to get to a job, and so forth. I had made these facts abundantly clear to T, as well, although he can't be terribly unhappy, having held on for so long to the money mum gave him specifically to put in a new motor. Ugh.

I tire of ranting, now is time to bask in the glow of my rediscovered mobility. And to look for a job.

Much joy, and wish me luck!

!yoJ