Whoever came up with that cute little ditty, did NOT have a 16 year old daughter who passed her drivers test yesterday.

Yes, my little bitty Karebear is driving now.  She has her first lesson today.  I have informed all our friends and relatives that live in the area that when she is on the road I will give them a heads up so they can stay off the sidewalk.

In my preparation for the monumental achievement I decided to take my car in and get that rattle in the front fix.  Les Shwab sucks.
“I think it’s my shocks.”
“You need new tires.”
“I think it’s my shocks.”
“You need new brakes.”
“I think it’s my shocks.”
“You need a new sway bar.”
“I THINK IT IS MY FUCKING SHOCKS!”
“It might be your shocks.”

Really? why do people not just listen to me and do exactly what I say the first time so I don’t have to go back in FOUR times before they figure out what is wrong…after charging me a new arm for stuff that I could have fixed on my own!

It’s been a few months since I have taken a xanax for anything other than a full blown-i-am-going-to-die attack…but I might need one on Monday when I take my keys to them and try with all that is in me to not throw them at their head!