my poor car

is broken.
poor thing.
nothing engine wise.
her door is broken.
the driver's side door is broken.
i didn't break it.
rockstar hubby did.
he thought he'd save time by backing down the driveway with the driver's door open instead of cleaning the snow off the windshield. the door caught in the snowbank and ripped the wrong way.
now i have a huge dent and my door doesn't open or close properly.
my poor car.

now i am without. well, i have rockstar hubby's car, but it's a piece of crap. i mean that in the nicest way. it doesn't have a radio because gaffer shoved coins in the slots of the cd player and it stopped working. the seats aren't heated. it has a dent in the side due to rockstar hubby not paying attention on a different occasion. so now we go find out how much this is going to cost.

concensus says a couple of grand.

we are blessed that we are getting some money from the fd because it's owed to us, but we are only getting a couple of grand and that money was to make up for rockstar hubby not having done any tree jobs. that was supposed to pay some bills. security is gone now.
sigh.
more faith.
more waiting.

i hate waiting.

p.s: no i'm not mad at rockstar hubby. what's the point? i make big goofs all the time.