Yesterday I alluded to some "adventures" that we've have since returning home from Disney World. Here are the ugly details:
On our way home from the airport, my car died. I arranged to have it towed to the Volvo dealership, and we finally made our way home ... to discover that MJ's car wouldn't start, either. Are you kidding me?! What are the chances? Am I cursed or something?
Fortunately, our friends and neighbors are simply amazing. JD gave MJ a ride to work the next morning. Kim gave me a ride to meet the tow truck. Traci watched CC for me while I dealt with multiple car dealers. Alice loaned me her car while she's out of town this week. Larry spent quite a while getting MJ's car jumped so I could drive it to the BMW dealer. And both dealerships were kind enough to give me rides home after I dropped off the cars, and pick me back up once they were done.
Wait, there's more! We are finally renovating our master bathroom. Work began in our absence last week, so we returned home to a completely demolished bathroom, dust everywhere, and no end to the noise created by tile saws, drilling, hammering, etc. Don't get me wrong -- I'm thrilled it's getting done, and I can't wait for the finished product. But living with construction is never fun. For the next few weeks we are using the hall bathroom, while our master bath looks like this:
Whew! Life is never boring!