Stuck!

This blog title makes me feel like I should blog about how I feel like I'm stuck in quick sand dealing with all of this or about how I was stuck at a group dinner with a newly pregnant (and glowing) couple. This is all true, but I'm going with the literal meaning. On Tuesday afternoon, I got stuck. In my car. In the garage of my house.

My car has some electrical quirks that the dealership has never noticed/been able to figure out. It's lost power in the past as I'm turning it off and after a couple seconds of panicking, I realize I can pull the lock button up and everything is ok (it usually starts again the next time I want to go somewhere). Tuesday, it must have happened while the door was unlocking, because I couldn't pull the button up! After a few minutes, I tried starting the car again (nothing - no clicking/cranking/sputtering), and was able to release the lock button while turning the key back and forth in the ignition. Today the car is at the dealership and they think it may be something with the alternator.

Lesson: something expensive always happens when you finally get your car paid off!

Oh- and we're meeting with the RE in a week! I'm excited that we're closer to being able to do something, but I'm terrified of hearing what he has to say...I imagine it sucking more in person than through a voicemail.