On Thursday, May 31st, the generator on my grooming van stopped working. Kaput. I had only gotten through one appointment that morning, and then it was all over. I figured there was no point in me bringing it home with me, since I couldn't work anyway, and so I dropped it off at my usual repair shop, even though they were swamped. Got a ride home with my not-nephews and began my span of unemployed life.
Perhaps the mechanic misjudged things, but the parts he ordered to fix the gen never arrived. He was going to go in on Saturday to see if he could scavange parts from other old gens he had in the shop. Never heard from him.
I don't know when I'll get it back.
Luckily, My friend Laura let me borrow her grooming van this weekend while she was away. I groomed as many dogs as I could and earned enough money to make sure the mortgage check wouldn't bounce.
If I had known from the beginning that the van would be in the shop for so long, I would have taken a little trip somewhere. Done something more fun than wait around and call the shop every damn day and ask how things are going.
Oh, and today on my way home from Laura's, I stopped for gas for my car. I tripped over the gas hose and went splat. I mostly landed on my knees, although about 5-6 inches below the knees is included in the boo boos. Also bashed my little 2 toes on my right foot somehow. Must've been as the foot escaped from the hose. Hurt? Hell yeah. I'm scraped, bruised, limping and a wee bit embarassed.

So, that's my life lately. how you dooooin?
Oh, and the Sopranos finale can suck my salty balls. I can't believe I spent 6 hours of my life watching those last few episodes. JeeezLoooeeeez, did that ever suck. I could have done without wasting my time watching that crap. I was hoping for one of those epic gun battles. Nope. Series Finale of "Angel" was the way to go.