This is not going to be a regular type blog entry today. So, hang in here with me, let me bitch and moan and whine and complain and tomorrow I'll be my bright and cheerful self.
&#%$ %$*@ and $%&& on everything.
The spare tire for the RAV4 is mounted on the outside of the rear door.
Last Wednesday night some piece of crap decided he needed the spare tire cover more then we did. This is a $453 Toyota replacement part. It's cheaper on line by $200 but we replaced it with a $19.95 made-in-China soft black pillow case looking item.
Knowing it would be just a matter of time until the stealers decided they needed the spare tire, this morning we went on an adventure to purchase locking lug nuts.
IS IT ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY TO GIVE A CUSTOMER THE WRONG THING THE FIRST TRIP TO AN AUTO PARTS STORE?
I gave the clerk the current lug nuts, the make and model of the car and the damn thing was in the parking lot. Wouldn't you think that would be enough to purchase something that actually fit? Well, screw me for waiting until we got home to put the damn things on.
There is nothing I like better than hefting a spare tire and wheel four feet off the ground while aiming it over three thin threaded bolts. Except maybe sticking toothpicks under my fingernails or putting dry ice on my eyelids.
All the while it's 8:30 a.m. and 85 degrees going to a forecast high of 104.
Wanda is off today, an unusual Monday when the office is closed.
We're going to go to a 10:40 movie, come home, close the house, turn on the AC and hope we don't have a frigging power failure.
I'll be in a better mood tomorrow, how could I not be?
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