I have no car. I have no car. I have no car. I have no car. I'm on friggin auto-repeat! I HAVE NO CAR TO DRIVE YOU ANYWHERE AND/OR PICK UP ANY FRIENDS TO COME HERE.
Really, though, I am not mad at them. It's not their fault. It's not my fault. It's not my husbands fault. It's the FAULT of the friggin dealership who can't seem to fix a brand new car! For the FOURTH time. WTF????
Jeez, I mean I am quite sure that a car is not exactly like fixing a toaster, but it sure ain't brain surgery either. Figure it out people! Fix his car! Fix it, fix it, fix it!
OR....You Will Have One Angry And Raging Haus Frau To Deal With! Don't push me....I have PMS too.
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