Let me set the scene, shall we??

I was meeting a girlfriend for lunch this morning at 11. She works at the hospital I use to work at, so I was on the road to said hospital, about 10 minutes away. Somewhere during a Lionel Richie song, I hit a giant pothole - and by GIANT, I mean, "The Earth opened up and swallowed by tire".

And when the Earth did so, it busted up my front right tire something FIERCE. I made it about a block and pulled over. Flipped open my cell phone, and on a FULL CHARGE, it died. Dead.

So ... I walk a few blocks in my pretty black boots on a bunch of fucked up icy/snowpack streets and sidewalks back to one of the hospitals nearby. HDHusband had clinic there today, so I stumbled in to his clinic, got the keys to his truck and cell phone, drove over to my car, called roadside assistance, arranged for the tow truck, switched out the car seat to HDH's truck, and got into it, put the key in aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand ...

It died.

No shit!! That's TWO cars from the HotDoctorHousehold DEAD in an hour's time.

It's not the battery. The radio and the lights and the clock still worked. Put key in engine, and nothing happened. Better yet, you take the key out, the radio is still on and won't shut off no matter what. Something's short-circuited big time there.

I pack up my purse and such - again - and walk back to the hospital a few blocks yet again. In my boots that aren't so pretty anymore, by the way. And it's cold. Very cold.

I still intend to have lunch with my girlfriend (about an hour and a half later) because really, she's going to be my ride home, I can't do anything about the cars now, so might as well eat.

While waiting to go up the elevators to her office, I'm swarmed by a bunch of cops and security guards who are looking for an escapee from the Pysch Ward. They make us all stand in one place and get all official about it. At this point, I dare that person to come any where NEAR my ass. I will assault them with my black fucking boot; DON'T YOU THINK I WON'T!

At lunch, I relax. And being the wonderful friend she is, she volunteers to drive me home. And on the way home, we are following a big truck and LO AND BEHOLD, they are fixing THE VERY POTHOLE that killed my tire.

Thanks for that, Johnny On The Spot.

I come home, call the tow truck for my husband's truck, and then realize I didn't leave the car under the mat for them. I called a taxi, and the taxi dude drove me back to the scene, so I could leave the key for the driver. YAY. ME.

I am now home.

My daycare person is either going to bring my son home for us, or will have another parent drop him off on the way here.

My husband is going to have a co-worker drive him home from the hospital tonight. Thankfully, he's not on-call this weekend, so we don't have that issue to contend with.

I have to get my car sometime from the repair shop, whenever they call. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

The Kath Taxi is arriving around 6-ish to take my ass to Happy Hour up the street. If anything happens between then and now, just assume I am tipsy and laughing at everything. 'Cause, really, this is funny.

Right? Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight ...