Roadside.

So yesterday morning my hubby sent me an e-mail from his phone saying on the way to Toronto the van broke down and he was waiting by the side of the road for a tow truck and I replied,

Yeah.....good one....nice try. I'm not falling for that.

Because, you know, he's always saying stuff, making shit up, lying, telling tall-tales, trying to mind-f*ck me, trick me, get me confused, worried, upset, etc. so often that it's gotten to the point where you can't tell what's true and what's not, or what's real anymore so I just don't believe him, only this time apparantly it actually ended up to be true; the van really did die along the way, in Whitby and started really smoking andf he needed a tow and had to take the GO Train commuter train the rest of the way into the city and left the car at an auto shop in Whitby. Holy shit! I just thought it was another of his pranks! He's like the Boy Who Cried Wolf.

So now there's this big dilemma: at least now he's finally in Toronto for the week for work,although without a car(but at least there's transit there) but now how to get back home after, and they said the engine needs to be replaced costing 5000$ so he said at that cost he's just going to get a new car and we have had the van now for 12 years....but how to get the broken van back home and what to do with it....but I told him at least in the city he has lots of car dealerships to compare prices and this whole week to look around, and besides, how long does it take to buy a car,anyway? I remember my cousin was driving around when he spotted a new car he liked at a dealership and he just walks in , tells them he wanted it, bought it right there, a brand new car, and drove it off the lot.

When I found out it was actually true and really did happen and it wasn't a joke I just started laughing uncontrollably, just at the absurdity of it, esp. as it's kind of like karma, like payback of a sort for always tricking me into thinking all these things and then now it finally actually did happen.... and to him, and he's always gloating and bragging too to me how everything always works for him, rubbing it in because nothing ever goes right for me.....well, ha,ha, now Mister, because this sure didn't...welcome to my world and now the joke's on YOU!!

As well, my friend I (from grade 8) is going to be a grandmother soon; her son is expecting a baby boy. I can still remember when we were 14 and I had the purple Converse Hi-Tops and she had a pink pair and we'd switch and each borrow 1 show from the other and we'd both be wearing one pink one and one purple one and we'd match, and that time on the streetcar we were talling a rude joke about a bird (I hear a bird; I think it's in your pants!) and how my mother was really really mad and told me off good and still even now she still remembers it and admonishes me over it saying, I was soooo embarrassed and I never went out anywhere with you guys ever again after that! not that it was a big deal though since I travelled on my own across the city since I was 5 years old; it was a different time back then and I was known what was called then as a Latch-Key Child always left home alone and went places on my own; I even wore my key around my neck on a big chain like some elementary school bling, and only twice do I remember being in possible danger: one time some creepy guy followed me home from school but I went thru Billy's propery and around the back with all the trees, the kids' secret passage to school no one knew about and I lost him,and another time someone furiously kept banging and yelling and knocked on my door as I was home alone and insisted I let them in but I knew better. I have always been a survivor and known not to trust people. I can't believe it's been that long though; it makes me feel so old!

I wonder too if my abdomenal pain could also be my colon or something twisted, blocked, or some other organ perhaps infamed, infected, etc. and my doctor's office called last week saying the doctor himself was going to call me yesterday between 12:30-1;30 to discuss my ultrasound results I got at the ER (making me wonder if they looked more into it and found something more perhaps?) but of course that was the exact same time my hubby called and the kids wouldn't get off the phone and kept talking forever and I missed my call and he never called back later; I guess when he called and it was busy he just gave up. Just my "luck". Of all the 24 HRS in an entire day my hubby could possibly phone of course it had to be exactly at 1:30.