AllyandJack
* Here is where a picture of my girls would be, if
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I have had the week from h-e-double hockey sticks. On Tuesday, it took me 2.5 hours to get to my doctor....normally it's only 45 minutes. I finally get there for my IVF blood work and I need 7 tubes. My veins just didn't want to give it up. It HAD to be done on THAT cycle day, so I was there for almost 4 hours. I decide to just go home because there was more traffic leading to work and I was hurting and not feeling so hot. Wednesday, I leave my house at 6:30am. In an hour, I'm still closer to home than I am to work. I take the nearest exit and go home.
Yesterday, DH's car wouldn't go into reverse. I'm all dressed and ready to go to work. DH makes more than I do and also doesn't have the ability to work weekends like I do. He's a construction supervisor and, unless the guys want to work, he can't go and supervise himself. He's also only been with the company for 5 months and we already have planned time off for a short vacation (1 day off of work since we're only going for the weekend) and the IVF. I tell DH to take my car. Now, we can't get a tow truck. I have no idea why. We finally get that sorted out. Then, we can't find my car keys. They're gone. Now, I'm losing it. I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen crying. The cats are looking at me....all innocent.
DH's keys to my car are IN my car. So, we break into my car, setting off the alarm, and get his keys. DH leaves. Tow truck driver was supposed to be there in an hour. An hour goes by. Two hours go by. Three hours go by. No tow truck driver. My cats are loving this...I'm home....on the couch...they're all cuddled up with me. I call the towing company back and they apologize and send the driver out. He says, "That sounds like the transmission....that's going to be at least five grand." Great....please, just take the car.
Still can't find my car keys. I've looked everywhere. I've searched through piles of garbage thinking that maybe I threw them out when I cleaned the counters. Nope.
DH comes home. It was the transmission, but it's only going to cost $2,300. Whew! He searched my car. No car keys. We decided they're gone and not to harp on it. DH goes down to the basement to clean the cats' litter boxes and guess what?
There were my car keys! The cats took them off the counter, dragged them down to the basement and buried them in one of the litter boxes.
They're evil.
Yesterday, DH's car wouldn't go into reverse. I'm all dressed and ready to go to work. DH makes more than I do and also doesn't have the ability to work weekends like I do. He's a construction supervisor and, unless the guys want to work, he can't go and supervise himself. He's also only been with the company for 5 months and we already have planned time off for a short vacation (1 day off of work since we're only going for the weekend) and the IVF. I tell DH to take my car. Now, we can't get a tow truck. I have no idea why. We finally get that sorted out. Then, we can't find my car keys. They're gone. Now, I'm losing it. I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen crying. The cats are looking at me....all innocent.
DH's keys to my car are IN my car. So, we break into my car, setting off the alarm, and get his keys. DH leaves. Tow truck driver was supposed to be there in an hour. An hour goes by. Two hours go by. Three hours go by. No tow truck driver. My cats are loving this...I'm home....on the couch...they're all cuddled up with me. I call the towing company back and they apologize and send the driver out. He says, "That sounds like the transmission....that's going to be at least five grand." Great....please, just take the car.
Still can't find my car keys. I've looked everywhere. I've searched through piles of garbage thinking that maybe I threw them out when I cleaned the counters. Nope.
DH comes home. It was the transmission, but it's only going to cost $2,300. Whew! He searched my car. No car keys. We decided they're gone and not to harp on it. DH goes down to the basement to clean the cats' litter boxes and guess what?
There were my car keys! The cats took them off the counter, dragged them down to the basement and buried them in one of the litter boxes.
They're evil.
Kitties are such sneeky buggars, aren't they. Gotta love them though. I think they were trying to tell you someting. 
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