The news has been hyping some snow storm supposedly coming this way for a week now. Really flogging the donkey about it.
The Wifely Unit has now been fretting about The Kid being able to get to work in his newer Hyundai for the same amount of time.
He changed jobs and now has to drive over to Portland.
The Kid has almost zero experience driving in snow or on ice, he got a small dose last year so her concerns are justified.
This means that I have been dealing with a fretting Wifely Unit for a week and the closer this weather event gets, the harder the fretting gets.
First thing after waking up today she whips out a couple of sheets of paper stapled together and shoves them under my nose.
After putting my glasses on and turning on a light so I could fucking see, I find it’s the receipt from Jiffy Lube with a list of Rip Offs they would like to perpetrate on her after she went and got the oil changed in her rig.
So I go down the list, mentally discarding a bunch of shit when I see they are claiming her Anti Freeze isn’t up to snuff.
I sincerely doubt that but I am going to go check it here in a minute.
Her biggest concern still being The Kid and what “We” are going to do about tires and or traction devices.
“We”, being Yours Truly.
So I tells her “We” can’t afford to put $800 worth of studded tires on The Kids vehicle for maybe four days of shitty weather.
So I suggested maybe cable chains.
He might have to actually have to put them on by himself and maybe it won’t be icy enough to need them when he leaves home and yadda fucking yadda.
I can’t win.
So I am going to step out of the conversation, let those two hammer it out and I am going to go check the anti freeze in all of our vehicles.
I’m quite sure she will let me know how far over I have to bend when she comes to her conclusions and I would just as soon be left out of that convoluted process.
I also have to go pony up yet another hundred and thirty fucking dollars to put new tabs on the POS Bronco for ONE FUCKING YEAR.
Yeah, thirty dollar car tabs my achin’ ass.
So it’s pretty much business as usual around here.
No rest for the wicked fucker I am and spending money I don’t get to even see.