I had a nice big fat rant on twitter today. Really it wasn't all that big, I'm exaggerating. But that's what I usually do when something goes wrong that shouldn't. RANT ALERT: Fair warning, there is cursing in my post today, and I really don't care. I'm made and it makes me feel better to express it here. This past week. William had some work done on his truck. He took it in, because a dashboard light was coming on that shouldn't. Okay cool. So after about a day or two of finding out what's going to happen. He finally says, he needs to take it in, and they will have it for just about that whole day. Now I know mechanics get busy, but just make sure you do the damn work, you know? Ok so he gets it back. A day or two pass, it's Sunday morning. He goes out to get us a Sunday paper. Takes kind of long, I start to worry as usual. Continue Reading