And the beat goes on....

That would be the "What could possibly go wrong" beat. After my notoriously hilarious Sunday in the ER and my 911 call to make sure my 3 year old wasn't trying to wake daddy from an unconscious fall, I thought, "NOTHING else could go wrong."

I was wrong. While not on the extreme end of 911, these all make for interesting fodder.

I had taken the car in 2 weeks before the big move and guess what? still wasn't fixed. Took it in Monday morning and they kept it for 3 days, determined to fix it. Hello... Need to pack that puppy. As of today, in Calif., it's still got a disfunctional gas guage. The dealer blames "Ford." And my answer back to them, "Sorry, aren't YOU ford?" They didn't get the joke.