So, our car’s engine almost literally blew up this morning (I think the word mechanics use is SEIZED). Our car is completely useless now without putting a new engine in.
Problem: TERRIBLY EXPENSIVE.
Solution: Probably going to have to buy a new car, as it is too much money to try and fix the one we have.
This stinks. We just dropped a bunch of money into fixing some other stuff on the car, and now we might as well have had a nice bon fire and burned all that money instead. At least we would have had some enjoyment in burning it.
I’m sad. I liked our big, burly, golden mercedes. I felt really freaking safe in it. Plus the whole "I’m driving a mercedes!" mentality I always had was nice.Now, I’m looking at having to make a bunch of decisions about vehicles and how to fix our loss of a car, and and it’s all really stressful. Me no likey.
Urgh.
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