My Car Is Jinxed
Do you ever just wonder if your car is jinxed? I could cry. Â I finally got my big gas...
My Car Is Jinxed
Do you ever just wonder if your car is jinxed?
I could cry. Â I finally got my big gas guzzling mommy bus, Toyota Sequoia, back up and running when hubby replaced the battery this weekend. Â (You can read about this heart warming, yet dangerously fiery and a tiny bit funny, story here.)
Today… I don’t know what to say. Â This car is jinxed. Â
 I’ve never had a car that got itself into more trouble than this car.
Not only does it beg my children to abuse it’s interior by spewing snack trash and crumbs throughout, it has made no fewer than ALL three of The Blondies blow chunks at one time or another throughout it’s three year tenure with our family. Â The lingering stench is worse than my Dad’s feet on a hot day.
I’m infuriated that this darn car compels the children to leave the doors open all night long, rendering the battery useless so that I have to light it on fire when I try to jump it. Â
This possessed piece of transportation attracts every pebble on the highway. Â Since driving it off the lot, I have yet to drive it for more than five days without a ding or crack in the windshield. Â The last time I had the windshield replaced because of the crack that had spread straight across the whole window, it lasted three days before a nice little rock decided to plant it’s ass in the glass right in front of me, thus deflowering my gloriously clear and unblemished view of the world. Â Two days later, we had a twin chip five inches from the first. Â PISSER!
Anyway, wanna know what happened today? Â
As I headed out to pick up my daughter from school, I was suddenly in a trance and found myself driving down the street past University housing. Â I normally turn up a side street in order to avoid the narrow passage where the cars are parked along both sides of the street, making it impossible for two cars in opposite directions to pass one another.
Do you know what my jinxed POS car did? Â
As I slowed and cautiously passed some very unfortunate looking college boys in a red hoopedy, my passenger side mirror decided to high five one of the parked cars and as it dinged the other mirror it collapsed forward and spat out it’s glass piece.  Like a spring it has sprung and there it dangles, mocking me as I drive down the street.  PISSER.
Damn jinxed car. Â Â
My Car Is Jinxed
Do you ever just wonder if your car is jinxed?
I could cry. Â I finally got my big gas guzzling mommy bus, Toyota Sequoia, back up and running when hubby replaced the battery this weekend. Â (You can read about this heart warming, yet dangerously fiery and a tiny bit funny, story here.)
Today… I don’t know what to say. Â This car is jinxed. Â
 I’ve never had a car that got itself into more trouble than this car.
Not only does it beg my children to abuse it’s interior by spewing snack trash and crumbs throughout, it has made no fewer than ALL three of The Blondies blow chunks at one time or another throughout it’s three year tenure with our family. Â The lingering stench is worse than my Dad’s feet on a hot day.
I’m infuriated that this darn car compels the children to leave the doors open all night long, rendering the battery useless so that I have to light it on fire when I try to jump it. Â
This possessed piece of transportation attracts every pebble on the highway. Â Since driving it off the lot, I have yet to drive it for more than five days without a ding or crack in the windshield. Â The last time I had the windshield replaced because of the crack that had spread straight across the whole window, it lasted three days before a nice little rock decided to plant it’s ass in the glass right in front of me, thus deflowering my gloriously clear and unblemished view of the world. Â Two days later, we had a twin chip five inches from the first. Â PISSER!
Anyway, wanna know what happened today? Â
As I headed out to pick up my daughter from school, I was suddenly in a trance and found myself driving down the street past University housing. Â I normally turn up a side street in order to avoid the narrow passage where the cars are parked along both sides of the street, making it impossible for two cars in opposite directions to pass one another.
Do you know what my jinxed POS car did? Â
As I slowed and cautiously passed some very unfortunate looking college boys in a red hoopedy, my passenger side mirror decided to high five one of the parked cars and as it dinged the other mirror it collapsed forward and spat out it’s glass piece.  Like a spring it has sprung and there it dangles, mocking me as I drive down the street.  PISSER.
Damn jinxed car. Â Â
My Car Is Jinxed
Do you ever just wonder if your car is jinxed? I could cry. Â I finally got my big gas...