6/25/09

I should know better than to make plans. In case you’re keeping score, if you get a rant we’re not going to the shop that evening. Mom, knowing I was planning to go to the shop tonight, allowed my sister in law to plan dinner in Arlington, tonight. Well, I'm not about to go to the shop and let my 80 year old mother fight traffic to and from south Arlington by herself. I texted John and cancelled the shop night. Now mom is feeling guilty about it. Well, thems the breaks. I'll drive her out there and have dinner with everyone, but I might not speak five words all evening. Want to know just how much I can’t stand my nephew’s wife? I'd prefer to be around their four year old daughter than them. You know how much I hate kids, right? Yeah, I'd prefer the company of the brat to the parents. So, I'm stuck having dinner with the “family” and won’t be going to the shop. I might go tomorrow evening and load up that stuff for the swap meet. Or I might just say, “Fuck it!” and blow the whole damned thing off. Then again, I might just wait until Saturday morning and load up a little bit of shit to take out there. Or I might just say, “Fuck it!” and blow the whole damned thing off. I don’t know. I'm pretty disgusted with everything right about now. Even the pictures on my screen saver aren’t helping. I'm just about ready to chuck it all and get the hell out of the car hobby. I'd take a huge loss selling all that crap for pennies on the dollar, but I'd more than recoup it by not having the shop rent, insurance on the cars, licensing on all the cars, inspections on all the cars, etc. I'd have lots more money for bullets then. I wonder what a hermit shack in the mountains sells for these days.