what a weekend

• Loopy went to a depressing wake on Saturday. (Thought I should specify depressing; some wakes are rumored to be fun, but this one was infested with socialists).
  
• We went to couples' counseling Saturday. (No, no, we're fine, there's just been a lot of water under the bridge since we last went, lots of stuff to talk about, between the tumor, the move, Loopy's career situation, my job from hell.... anyway, it's never a whole lot of fun).
  
• Saturday night my car got stolen out of our parking spot behind the building. They broke a window to get in, so even if it does get recovered, god knows. Further details:
  
  
  
  • Insurance prolly won't even cover the remaining payments. No money for a new car and unlikely to get a loan for one anyway, we are indebted to the max already.
    
  • Loopy's window was also broken. We hadda get it fixed this morning, which took up most of the day.
    
  • They went through Loopy's gym bag, rejecting her shampoo, suit, flippers, etc. and took her gym bag. That was the only thing missing from her car. wtf!?!?
    
  • The worst thing, aside from the main events: there was a key to her car, inside my car. So now we can't park her car back in the parking space next to mine. So it's in the garage nearby ($20/night, tyvm). Tomorrow we're making plans to leave it in an anonymous downtown location, on the street. "It's a car without a home..." Loopy says mournfully.
    
  • I can't drive Loopy's car because of my fuckin back. So we have to decide asap whether to re-key the locks, or sell it n somehow (somehow! see above under insurance, loan) get something I can drive, or whether i should use a zip car, or what. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and Loopy said, "just tell him you need to be able to drive the car that's paid off, end of story."
  
  
• Remember how we used to be all rich n shit, n throw money around, and travel and eat fancy food, and take everyone to Lombardino's? Yeah. That's over, thank you Wall Street. We are making a budget right this minute, as I'm blogging. It sucks. (I know, I know, this is how everyone else lives, stop complaining ya spoiled princess. It's just an adjustment, ok?)
  
• When we went to get the car from the garage this morning, we stopped off for coffee at our fave locally owned n operated coffee shop (we can't really afford it anymore but we treated ourselves in honor of the misery of the occasion). The person in front of us took the last of Loopy's favorite scones. Poor bunny. Like icing on the cake, except in reverse.

Would this all be funnier if I wrote in a tone of barely suppressed homicidal fury, like our beloved Mush? No, it's not the fury that makes her funny, she's just damn funny. I don't feel funny right now. Bleah.

OK, on the plus side, we bought a pumpkin pie (at $5, cheaper than making it) and cheap organic ice cream and had a lil feast this afternoon. That was nice.

Hmmm, here's a thought. Maybe if I went to bed instead of blogging at 1 in the morning, I wouldn't get so depressed. Ya think? :P