The BB SUV didn’t pass the smog test again this year. I can’t get it looked at until Tuesday, and I have no idea how much it will cost, when all is said and done.
To say I’m depressed is a total understatement. This has not been a good day from the start. For the last month, the garbage trucks haven’t shown up here until after noon, but this morning, they were doing their jobs at Oh-Dark-Thirty.
Then I had trouble with my bank account and my car insurance account, and then the smog test. I want my mommie.
Oh, dear. And you need the smog test before you can renew the license, right?
What was the issue last year?
Elen’s supposed to be feeding guinea pigs for someone from the swim team, but we can’t get in the house. A code on a keypad is supposed to open the garage, but it doesn’t. They don’t respond to phone or text messages. We’re planning to try the dog door.
Tom just went to get gas for the mower and called from the QT saying the car doesn’t start. Bill said, try it more times. If he doesn’t show up in 7 minutes, I’ll have to call AAA, go get him, and then drive Bill to work.
At least Kathleen is in bed.