Just like those who claim that the End of the World is supposed to take place December 21, 2012 because the Mayan calendar says so. Or is it the Aztec calendar? Incan calendar? Gregorian calendar? Julian calendar? Which is why I (mostly) don't believe it because there are several different calendars in use and why would the Mayans (or whoEVER) use the Christian calendar to make their predictions? Why not the Jewish calendar? Huh? Huh?
I'm always a little fascinated by those who predict The End of the World and the people who
Okay, enough of the happy, uplifiting stuff!
Yesterday, my little boy, Thing 1, completed his first year of college. He survived Freshman Year and thinks he earned a B average. Which means he'll get to continue to sleep in the house instead of out in the bushes, which is what I make the kids do when their grades drop below a B average. Instills character, doncha know.
Thing 2 still has 16 days school days left, 17 if you count today. And yes, she's counting down the days until she can get to work on her chosen career, which is "Professional Sleeper." Seriously, if left unattended, she could easily sleep until 2:00pm. Pacific Standard Time. Girl loves her some sleep is what I'm saying. Almost as much as she loves collecting vintage money. And that's saying A LOT.
So, my leased car is due to be turned back in within the month. My final lease payment was made so any time between now and June 20, the car goes back and don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out, Gas Guzzling Saturn Vue.
That's the Good News. The Bad News is, TheManTheMyth will not discuss what we're going to do about replacing said car. This is how conversations about it typically go:
Me: What are we doing about my car?
TMTM: We're turning it in.
Me: But what are we going to do after that?
TMTM: What's for dinner?
Me: Am I getting a new car?
TMTM: This sock has a hole in it.
TMTM: The dog peed on the patio again.
Me: What about the car?
TMTM: Woo-hoo, the new Dirt Bike magazine is here! Hey! I know that guy!
And at this point, I throw my hands up in defeat and walk away in disgust as TheManTheMyth then asks me, "Did you say something?"
Maybe he's waiting to see if we'll still be here day after tomorrow before he commits to a new car. Which, seeing as how the Rapture is supposed to take only the True Believers, oh hell yes we'll still be here.
We ain't goin' nowhere. Maybe not even to the car dealer.