Saturday morning while I was idling in a store parking lot, there was a pop and then smoke and steam poured out of the hood of my car.  There was a river of anti-freeze coming out from the bottom and streaming across the parking lot.

Great.

I called PC’s former boss at the service station where he worked before getting his current job and Bruce promised to come tow the car downtown and they would take a look at it on Monday.

He called today and said it was fixed – a radiator hose split open and was destroyed.  Parts, labor and the tow came up to roughly the amount we spend in two weeks on groceries.

I have no current listings and my strongest prospective buyer client just called this morning to tell me how excited she was that they are buying a house offered for sale by owner.

Our tax return is STILL under review, so no hope on the horizon of that windfall coming any time soon.

I know this is the week when we gather to give thanks, but I just feel like sitting down and crying like a baby.  I’m so freaking sick of thinking things are going okay and then having yet one more thing drop on us like a brick.