The Logic Somehow Escapes Me

I am newly de-PODded.  De-PODing triggers another phenomena: Cluster Boxing.  Contrary to what it sounds like, Cluster Boxing is not a new sort of Tae Bo.  It is a condition that occurs immediately following the emptying of the contents of storage units or moving vans into a house.  The really tricky part about Cluster Boxing is that the boxes will actually MULTIPLY if they are allowed to sit next to each other for too long – much the same way that rabbits appear to multiply overnight.

I decided to take the day off from school-child induced insanity and stay home to tackle the Boxes before they began to multiply.  Chickie volunteered to help me if I would check her out of school early.  No problem!

At 1 pm I was checking Chickie out of school.  As I was sitting in the car waiting for her to sashay on out, the air conditioner quit working.  Did I mention that I live in central FLORIDA where air conditioning is a MUST 10 months of the year?  Talk about annoyed…

So Chickie hops in and we set off towards home.  I attempt to roll down the windows since the lack of a working air conditioner is fast turning the car into an oven.  OH CRAP!  The windows won’t roll down.  AND the speedometer isn’t working…no turn signals or windshield wipers!!  What the heck is going on?

I am a brilliant multi-tasker.  Simultaneously I executed a U-turn to head for the repair shop, began cursing colorfully and praying fervently.  I got to the shop – it would be 1.5 hours before they could even LOOK at my car.  Grrrrrrrrwwwwwwwlllllllll.  I called Daddy-dearest to come get us.

To make a long and painful afternoon short (by about 7 hours!) I’ll just say that it was the alternator and I am now officially broker than broke.  GEEZE.  Dealing with the robbers, er, auto repair folks was bad enough – but try Uber Father!

To kill time while we were waiting for the car to be fixed (and not to waste time and a trip to my house) Daddy decided to trim the bushes all the way around my house.  It really didn’t matter what I want them to look like or what height I’d prefer they be trimmed to.  The man had an electric trimmer and a gleam in his eye!  When he was partially done I tried to get him to stop.  Something about the sweaty pasty skin, glazed eyes, beads of sweat racing down his face and the waver in his walk and – oh yeah – the damn hernia popping out of his side…. But NO.  Invincible Man must finish what he starts.  HA!  If he thinks he can get even with me for everything I’ve ever done that annoyed him by dropping dead on my lawn, he’s got another think coming! 

When I finally got him to sit down and drink some water…the litany of how inconvenient this all was began.  Inconvenient for him?  Really?  Imagine that.  Being nearly stranded with a failing car (And now being broke) and having a crazy man slashing my bushes does not qualify for “inconvenience” for me, does it?  All in a day’s fun for me!

And so I started to fume…about annoying fathers and broke-down cars ruining my day of Cluster Boxing.  And then a little voice said…  “YOO HOO!  WOLFIE GIRL!!!”

And I listened.  I’m a fan of those voices in my head, you know.  And the voice told me that at least I already had the day off to take care of this little mess – and I wasn’t stranded anywhere with a broken down car (which I probably would have been if I’d gone to work today).  And then it said that my dad is one awesome kind of guy – even though the rough edges make that damn near impossible to recognize at times.  Then the voice told me to chill out and have a spoon thick peanut butter

milk shake. 

See why I like those little voices so well?