I'm not kidding

Monday there was an accident on Wolf's Crossing by Oswego East High School. The detour made me 20 minutes late to school. It's okay because I don't have to teach 1st hour. I was, nevertheless, flustered and left my lights on in my car.

I got a boost from the guy who was parked next to me.

I went home. Turned off the car. Started the car and drove downtown Oswego. Turned off the car. Started the car and came home to watch the season finale of The Closer.

The next morning (Tuesday), I started the car and went to school. Yesterday afternoon, I left school after starting the car. I turned the car off in my driveway. Later, I started the car and drove out to DeKalb for school. As I was pulling into the pay lot, the car died. I couldn't restart it and the line of cars waiting to enter the lot was building. They all ended up entering through the exit (who cares and screw them all, darnit!). The campus police boosted my car. I paid the lady and BARELY got through the gate. I coasted into the parking space and called my dad.

Mom was her typical, supportive self [INSERT SARCASM HERE]. My father came to pick me up. In the meantime (yes, that's supposed to be one word), I printed out all of the stupid articles that we need for my stupid Thursday night class. On the way home with my father, I called Steve and talked him into picking me up early this morning to take me to DeKalb. He agreed to "help me change the battery" [TRANSLATE TO: "change the battery"].

He picked me up at exactly 6:30 (as agreed) this morning. We stopped at the gas station to get coffee. His car's battery died. My dad tried boosting the car -- nothing. Dad took us back to the house. Steve stayed with Lia-Pia while I took the Cadillac. First stop -- WalMart in Oswego (which, by the way, is 24 hours and very nice because it's somewhere less than a year old). There, I bought Steve a battery for his car. Next, I stopped at Napa in Oswego and bought a battery for my car (they don't carry my battery at WalMart -- thanks, Hyundai! -- No, really, I LOVE my car and it isn't the car's fault that I left the fargin' lights on). I went back to my house and picked up Steve.

Back at the gas station, the process looked like a NASCAR pit stop -- he changed that battery really quickly -- and then he locked his keys in his car with the car still running.

Thank God that one of the things I like the best about Steve is his sense of humor. I found it hysterical! He, at least, found it pretty funny.

Thanks in part to the horribly helpful Oswego Police Department, I got my battery replaced and made it to school by 5th period.