I dropped off my car around 8:30 this morning (after about 4 hours of sleep) to get some repairs done, full well knowing that it was going to clear out all the money I've so far saved this summer.
I get to my parents' house to drop off laundry, et al, I'm greeted by my teary-eyed mother, who tells me that our dog is dying.
I bike back to my parents' from the garage, and get real upset about Harley. After a little while I decide its time for breakfast.
Still teary eyed, I make a couple poached eggs in the microwave. As I'm checking them to see if they're cooked, one blows up in my face.
The punchline? $620 in car repairs, dog is dying of cancer, and the yokes on me.
Har, har, har.
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