The good news is my car now has functioning air conditioning. At least until the compressor totally takes a shit. Apparently it’s iffy. But at least I know Max can fix that!

The bad news is… over the phone “it’s seven hundred and twenty” sounds an awful lot like “it’s a hundred and twenty.” Go ahead, repeat those over and over and you have to agree. I misheard the quote and had a very happy day yesterday up until the moment he called me back to tell me the car was finished and the total amount. FUUUUUUUUCK.

Oh well, it’s only money.

D’ya know you can live on tuna and macaroni and cheese fairly cheaply?

Other cheap meals include PB&J and bagged cereals.

And now I must call and make the stupid car payment on this stupid car.