So. Crayman has this habit of being on his own time. I’ve decided that he’s already on South African time. Because they might show up an hour late for a meeting or run a meeting 2 hours long.
I on the other hand am not.
I am on straight American time. I plan. Have lists. I organize our lives strictly. Because if I didn’t… Well…. Let’s just not picture that.
Last week Crayman realized he needed his passport and he’s leaving on a vision trip next week.
They have a special department at the government for people like my husband. They are real nice there.
He put a rush on. tick. tick. tick. tick……
Thought maybe he’d have to take a little road trip to Arkansas. Hey. That’s interesting that they put that ‘pecial little department in Arkansas.
But. Luck. It arrived today. A whole 4 days to spare.
Which leads me to Burban. You would think with this stress of finishing EVERYTHING up over the next 2 weeks and Craycray still not being finished and Crayman being gone one of those weeks, I would either be flipping out. Or in Burban bis.
Well Choose flipping. Because the Burban is not the alcoholic kind but our car.
The Burban is DEAD!
He’s been a little finicky lately. And He finally just went kapoot. Ya know.
A WEEK BEFORE THE VISION TRIP!
Leaving me without a vehicular. And a gaggle of kids.
I could drive Craycray around.