dude, where’s my car?

I am both embarrassed and simultaneously entertained that I just committed that title to words. Perhaps it’s the sleep deprivation. In any case, I recently looked back over my last half dozen posts or so and realized that I have been a major downer lately, with the exception of the recent birthday tales. No more I said. No more travel, no more craziness, no more woes or depressing rants for a while. And then the phone rang this morning at 5:50. I mumbled that no one is calling for me at 5:50 and made Jason get up. Henry of course popped up immediately. I could tell a few minutes into the conversation what was going on. Our (second, old, ratty) car had been found in a place other than where it was left last night. It was at my parent’s house as we had left it there a day ago to borrow their truck. A woman called with Jason’s checkbook in hand, which she had found in the street near two apparently stolen cars, one of which ended up being ours. Lame, very unprofessional car thieves took it “joy riding” and then ran it into a guy-wire on an electrical pole, the lights on (battery dead) with the windows rolled down, stereo rendered mangled and useless but present, with wires hanging from the steering column. Jason was able to deal with all of it and even made it to work almost on time. I think this is a testament to how much else we have going on right now. This is a pain but just not *that* important.

On the bright side, I discovered that we have a very low deductible for comprehensive and the stereo was on its last legs anyway. I think it will all be fixed without too much expense. No word on the hassle level yet though. Jason had a bunch of crap in the back that he’s glad wasn’t taken. I think we’re glad we got it back at all, and given that we did the damage could have been much worse. We’re pretty confident that identity and account information theft won’t be a problem either.

My regular babysitter came for the morning and I got a fair of work done, but damn it, I need a nap. So, I think that’s what I’ll do on this lovely July afternoon, take a nap and hope that we don’t get anymore phone calls before say 7:30 in the morning for a long time.