The Wizards of Winco

Its been one helluva week.

Rosie is still at the shop. Kenny spent practically the whole day taking her transmission out. I knew the task would be time consuming, as he has cursed the engineers of my Dodge on countless occasions. I was with Aubrey today when he called her, and I heard him mumble that Sister Rosalina needed to go back to the convent.

Aubrey was kind enough to pick me up from work and let me tag along with her to Winco. Ah, Winco - such a magical place. I don't know how they get away with it, but somehow this grocery utopia is able to offer the commoners of Rigby, Rexburg, and Idaho Falls namebrand goods at peasant prices. Aubrey and I don't get there very often, but oh when we do - the treasure is certainly worth the quest.

Enough of that...

New Years was a bust this year. *shrugs* A couple of years ago, My roommate and I threw a kick ace cocktail party for all our friends. We decorated our apartment, dressed up in our cutest dresses, and invited the cutest boys we knew. Matt and I agreed it was the best New Years ever. I figured there was no reason we couldn't do it again. Well, turns out there were a lot of reasons we couldn't do that again.

Reason 1: Walmart. Matt was scheduled to work till 11 that night. And I was scheduled to go in at 7am the next day. Yeah, party not happenin. I had planned on just going to bed. Of course that didn't happen. I have to many family and friends on the other side of the country who love me too much :)

Reason 2: Matt felt like he was dying. A day or two before he had been complaining of a pain in his belly. When it moved to his lower right side I panicked and took him to the doctor. (new years eve) Turns out Matt's blood work came back fine, but the doctor was confident it was the early signs of appendicitis. He told us to go home and wait until it was "for sure". Well we did go home. And the pain went away. And we read on the internet that the pain goes away for a lot of people. And then weeks later it comes back 10 times worse. *shrugs*

Reason 3: We live in a shoebox.

So this last week I've tried not to get too stressed. Preschoolers don't respond well to stress. But it's hard.

We have great friends, and have been relying on them for rides lately. But I'm not sure that we will still have great friends if we do that for three weeks. If the transmission just has a leak, we will just wince and pay the four hundred dollars. If the transmission is ruined...that's another story. My dad has a couple cars we could buy, but we won't make it to Missouri until the end of this month.

Since removing Rosie's transmission is an all day project, I'm not sure if Kenny actually had a chance to look at it. So he has yet to tell me my fate. If he does know something and is hesitant to be the bearer of bad news, well then...he's a mechanic. He should get use to ruining people's lives.

JK.....*shrugs*