My dumb adopted Leroy, $500 down the tubes…is now going to cost a whole lot more. I hate the standard hotrod.
Leroy and I are not on speaking terms right now. Leroy decided to casually roll into the nice Jeep that was parked in front of him, Tuesday morning. He knew I was running late, “She’s always late for chapel, But her penitence is real, She’s always late for everything! Except for every meal…” and he acted upon my naivete.
Now I hit another car, hello insurance claim…(only scratched the bumper but still…add this to the stolen, BUT NOT STOLEN $7000 claim on my record and…grrrrr.)
OH, AND Leroy needs eye surgery cause he smashed his right one WIDE open. Fabulous. Really. I am overjoyed right now. And I thought it *might* be ok when the person he hit did NOT call on Tuesday…but Lo! Person called today. grrrr. NO BREAK for me. “You dear attractive dewy-eyed idealist, Today you have to learn to be a realist.”