A bad day, a sad day

What a bad day. I should have known this morning at 8 AM when I put my pants on and my toe caught the tiny minuscule hole in my pant leg and ripped the whole damn pant leg off.

It got worse. I was leaving my apartment to hand over La Bamba to her new owner when I decided to put the window down. Good news: the window wouldn't go back up. Seriously, whose car breaks 10 minutes before it's to be sold? Mine. Thank you, Murphy's Law. I hate Murphy. So I had to take $200 off the sale price, but he still bought it anyways.

So now to the sad part. Today I said goodbye to my car, La Bamba. She was a great car, and because of her departure, I'll soon be driving my new truck. But, as all gentlemen should do, I had to buy her a drink before she left.