Savings Accounts Are Against My Religion
Every time, every single time I build up enough savings that makes me think, "Yes, I am comfortable with this. This is a great start towards saving for a house," Something happens with one of the vehicles.
Like a declaration of "totalled." Or a blowed up engine.
And I knew I shouldn't have checked my bank account yesterday, but I needed to make sure I had the cash in my account to pay for a plane ticket to Perpetual Sunshine And Happiness, California (which, by the way: I am making Damon get me at the airport at FIVE AM. HA!).
Because the moment I saw those numbers and was very pleased with the amount, God laughed his evil laugh, shook his head, and dumped hellfire and damnation on my wee car.
Did you know? New transmissions are very expensive? And rebuilt transmissions only slightly less so?
So. Very. Sad.
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It's Murphey's law. Just when you think everything is cool, a big hole opens up and you fall in. I'm still trying to pull myself out.
I guess this would be the wrong time to ask for a loan then huh!?
Cars are implements of the devil? Didn't you get the memo.