I just had a bit of a melt down. Seriously. It was ugly.

What set me off? We got a call from the mechanic–our van is dead. Well, it may as well be…it needs a new transmission.

The damn thing has almost 170K miles on it. I’m not spending upwards to 2K for a new transmission. I’m not.

Anyway, that news just blew me into orbit. I have been trying so hard to remain positive during this time. We’ve managed with 2 house payments. It’s not easy. We’ve had to make some cutbacks and we’ve had to make some sacrifices, but we’ve been working through it.

And I’ve been waiting for Karma to pat me on the back. I mean, where has she been? Is she on vacation? She must be, because surely she wouldn’t allow me to continue to have a house on the market AND have to buy a new car I can’t afford.

Hm. Guess she would.

So today I threw myself a bit of a pity party. But now it’s over. Screw you, Karma. I’ll make my own destiny. And if you don’t show up soon and make this shit right, next time I see you, I’m going to punch you in the tits. Hard. Trust me when I say, that’s exactly how I felt when the mechanic called today.