The lug hubs were falling out. Literally. When they tried to tighten them on the front tires they just dropped out. Okay, I need two of them, but Costco doesn't do that. So we get the truck to the nearby Sears Auto Center with just three nuts tightened on the right front. They pull it in and look at it, saying it's going to be around $50. Cool.
No. Turns out that year's Suburban (1988) doesn't have just single lugs, all five are attached to a hub, and the entire hub needs to be replaced. Quick check of inventory says they don't have it, and they'll have to do the job tomorrow (it is by now nearly 6. I get off work at 3:15). Okay. And it's gonna cost more. *gloom* Okay. I call Barb and get taken home.
Only to find our stupid dog has eaten the head off my Timmy the ThinkGeek Monkey. Hit by this final straw, I stupidly burst into tears.
This was Timmy in happier days, with his new pet sock monkey (who came through the dog assault all right):
Barb will have to take me to work tomorrow, since there is no longer a bus route/schedule that will get me there by 7 am. *gloom*
Yet here he is, surrounded by the devastation of a stuffed toy I actually BOUGHT for him:
I got all my new yarns. Will attack this bounty soonish; but have been struggling to understand the directions/diagrams for this "eyelet butterflies" square: "... add on 5 sts (figs. 8a & b), turn work, insert right needle under 6 horizontal strands, YO and draw up st..." I think I may now see what I did wrong, and will have to try again.
Day 130, Sunday. Cat. In a box.
Yes, more cats. Always cats. Cats are compulsory. And in sunbeams, too.
More of the Evil One, just 'cause.
So now I've had some dinner, a cup of tea, and have relaxed some. I don't get paid until Friday, at which time all of this would have been merely an inconvenience instead of an OMG I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY situation, which it kinda is today.
So now I'll tackle that knitting problem and then maybe a long hot bath (it's still surprisingly cold for Phoenix).