Yesterday we ran errands.
Department of Motor Vehicles.
We forgot to buy trash bags and were headed to the dollar store for a couple of other items, when we had a flat tire. Of course our spare was gone. The cable holding it in place had snapped sometime before we needed it. Luckily, we had enough money on us to buy a used tire from a place down the road. It took 3 hours to get the Jimmy back on the road.
We finally got home at 7:30pm. I made Steve 2 Hot Pockets, a can of soup, and baked a pie that thawed while we were stranded in the car. We watched Dancing With The Stars and I went to bed. I was pooped.
This morning, The code enforcing officer came back by and wrote Steve a ticket. They have decided our cars are junk even though we have taken all the steps to assure they are NOT junk. We can’t afford to pay the tags, insurance and fees on them, so we have had the titles suspended as we were instructed to do and we keep them in running condition. The officer didn’t care. she said we could have called her for more time (like we should have just known that) and they are still junk cats and she wrote Steve the ticket for all of the 3 vehicles even though he explained. He was so upset. The fine if found guilty is $1,000. He said they might as well put him in jail now. He has the speeding ticket to go back to court on the same week too that he can’t pay. He’s not a happy camper.
I am knitting. I also feel like I am 12 yrs old, floating outside of myself writing what I am watching. How strange.
I am fine. La la la … I think I’ll go find It’s a Wonderful Life and watch it.