Shaking My Cowbell at the ‘Gods of Chaos’

It’s been a bit of a wild week over here at the Hansen House!

Monday, I was cruising down the freeway when it sounds like pinball is happening inside my right front wheel well.

All of a sudden my “Check Engine” light came on, so I did what any self-respecting non-mechanical gal would do…

I called my dude.

Hubs: Did you call the mechanic?
Me: No! I called you.
Hubs: Did you pull over and take a look?
Me: No! I called YOU. *I’m getting kinda crunchy at this point*
Hubs: I think you should call the mechanic.
Me: *sigh* Fine. I’ll call you back.

So…I call the mechanic.

Car Dude: You need to bring it in, the computer will tell us what’s wrong.
Me: I’m on my way to a meeting…can I bring it in after work?
Car Dude: Have you pulled over to take a look?
Me: My husband asked me that too. I’m pulling off the freeway now.
Car Dude: See if there’s any fluid running out of your car.

Me: *squats down in business suit* I see the usual air conditioning water-drip, but no steady stream. Look, my temp guage didn’t jump, my gas guage hasn’t changed, the car turns well and the RPMs haven’t revved. Don’t you think I can bring it in after my meeting? The car’s not gonna explode, right?

Car Dude: I can’t tell you that until after I hook it up to the computer.
[I’m feeling really crunchy now.]
Me: I’ll call you back.

Now, I’d never have kept driving anywhere except the mechanic EXCEPT the two people I was training were unavailable for the rest of the week, with one of them about to get married and go on her honeymoon.

So, I sent up a prayer and got back on the freeway.

Ten miles later, the “Maintenance Required” light comes on. I now had a very Halloween-ish dashboard with several bright orange lights on.

But I was close to work, so I made a deal with God. Then I called and told the mechanic that I would drive in or tow in that evening so he could work on my car the next day. I went in and did my training.

Luckily, I got to the car place without incident and the Hubs picked me up with the Little Bean in the backseat happily eating French Fries.

Back at the Hansen House…

Construction started on my house Tuesday, and all that hammering scatters my thoughts like the dead leaves of winter.

BUT eight hours and $766 dollars later, my car is fixed, so we pick up the Bean from school and go to get the car.

When we pull up at a restaurant for dinner, we got the munchkin out of the car and she started crying so I took her from the Hubs and started trying to figure out the problem. “The Problem” became crystal clear when that child emptied her stomach across my chest, down my left arm and over my foot, with just a little left for the grassy patch we were standing on.

THIS WAS JUST NOT MY WEEK.

Trust me, when y’all don’t hear from me for this long, it’s because the crapola has broken the fan off its hinges. I’m kind of afraid to say it out loud, but I think things have finally calmed down.

*Shhhh…don’t tell the Chaos Gods that have been partying at my place.*

I’ll be back to my usual shenanigans next week, along with a few extras that I think you’ll like.  They include laughter and Undies.

If you need to get your spooky on, click and enjoy the Two Sentence Horror Story Challenge over at Writers In The Storm. If you want a fun giggle, hop on over to Gloria Richard’s place for her first romp with the Traveling Cowbell.

How has YOUR week gone? Have you been visited by the Happy Fairies or the Chaos Gods? Enquiring minds love to know these things here at More Cowbell!

~ Jenny