Ramblings' Journal

This week's been a character builder at best...

My darling bride of nearly 20 years (She-who-must-be-obeyed) rolled her Jeep Wrangler Thursday morning. Which means that I spent most of the day Thursday in the Emergency Room.

Seems that as she was en route to work that someone tagged a car in the lane next to her, then sailed into her, sending her careening off of the roadway.

She's OK (thank God), but bumped, banged up, battered, and bruised six ways to Sunday. She gets to see a doctor tomorrow.

And that's only the middle of my journey through the gauntlet of last week. Earlier in the week, I had to put a water pump on MY car, and just before I received the phone call about Rachel's accident, I got the e-mail receipt for the bike rack I just bought for the back of her car.

Then, to add insult to injury, while running errands Friday (taking photos of the damaged car, going to the pharmacy to get her more drugs, going to the bank, paying the sitter, ad nauseum), I hopped out of the car for a quick stop. Three minutes later, I hopped back into the car, put the key in the ignition, and.....nothing.

The key wouldn't even turn.

I looked around to make sure I hadn't jumped into the wrong car by mistake, but no such luck.

I had to have it towed home (I wasn't about to leave it where it was), then Saturday morning, towed to the friendly, neighborhood Chrysler dealer. I'm still waiting for word on how bad the damage to my wallet will be.

When it rains, it pours. I guess. It's enough to make you shake your head and say, "Just damn."