So this is how my Valentine’s day played out.
Got a ride to work from the man so that he could have the car for the day.
Worked all day.
Got no less than 2 phone calls from him asking how to use the laundry machine, even though my mom was home all morning and he could have asked her seeing as how it’s her laundry machine and she would know how it works better than I would.
Got a call on my cell phone from our internet company that sucked up 30 prime-time minutes, while at the same time getting multiple phone calls from the man because the snow plow came buy and buried the car and now he can’t pick me up from work because he’s digging the car out and by the way the car won’t start.
While still on the sucking-up-air-time call from our internet company trying to un-screw up our account that they screwed up last week, receive multiple panicked phone calls from the man who is still digging the car out, and still can’t get it started, and can’t seem to get a hold of anyone at emergency roadside assistance because he doesn’t know what phone number our account is under (old home phone, my cell phone, his cell phone, new home phone – who knows).
Finally get off the phone with what turns out to be a very helpful internet company phone lady to get a call back from the man only to learn that the tow truck will be a 2 hour wait and hopefully all we need is a jump.
Decide to take public transit home.
I hate public transit.
That’s why I have a car.
Take a 2-hour trip on the bus and the subway to get most of the way home (home is normally a 30 – 40 minute drive).
The man finally picks me up to avoid the last half our of bus time as the emergency roadside assistance guy came by to give the car a jump.
Turns out the man left one of the overhead lights on in the car.
Since the night before.
Got home, made dinner (he bought food for dinner but didn’t cook it) and ate.
Finished the laundry (bedroom looked like a bomb hit it because he started the laundry but did not finish it – yes he was in fact home all day).
Unpacked a few boxes and put stuff away.
Went to bed.
Good times.
footnote — The man drove me to work again today…half way there the man reaches up and turns off the overhead light.
The same one that drained the battery yesterday.
Apparently it has been on all night.
Again.
Or should I say still…
Keep your fingers crossed that we make it to Niagara Falls this weekend…it’s a long drive…
