My car won't start...most likely the starter. That's okay. We happen to be a two car family--three if you count the police truck--we'll make do.
Our whole house switcheroo is on temporary hold...we refuse to paint over already painted over wallpaper and it is proving to be a pain in the buttocks to remove. Fine. Our children have shared a room now for the past two years...another month or two while I painstakingly scrape away at 70+ years of paint and wallpaper will not hurt them.
This morning our heat pump belched black smoke and a burning electrical smell was pumped through our ducts. We are without heat until probably Thursday. I'm cold and pissed. Never a good combination.
There is a shiny side: the house didn't burn down. The electrician was a little surprised about that.
Somewhere, my guardian angel is staring into two fingers of Don Julio declaring to the cosmic bartender that he's too old for this shit.