…the grinding sound of a car that’ll turn over, but not start, when you don’t have enough money to pay the bills you’ve already got.
Yep, the Divine Teabag has hit us in the face again. Wife Unit’s car won’t start and is quite possibly an ex-parrot, leaving us with my rusted, dodgy, 162,000-mile-veteran truck as our sole means of transport for the forseeable future. Apparently every piece of good news–Wife Unit getting beadwork up on Etsy, and getting in a local Ren Faire at the end of this month–has to be balanced by a much larger piece of bad news, in this case, a broken car with what sounds like serious-to-terminal engine problems.
All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall. I just wish the wall wasn’t made out of poo.