I had every intention of writing a post yesterday. Swear. Then I worked late, and had to race directly to the school for volunteering and the rest of the day just accelerated out of my control. I probably could have put something together while the television was on last night, but by then I just didn’t have the energy to combat all the distractions. So I watched the Parenthood (I’ve just recently started watching… I saw the first episode and totally wasn’t into it, and then picked it up recently and wished I’d been watching since the beginning. Duh.)

Anyhow, there’s a few things.

I had another frustrating interaction with the Volkswagen dealer service shop on Monday when I brought my car in. Although we called and made an appointment on Saturday and indicated we needed a loaner (and received confirmation that one would be available), they didn’t have one. So I had to sit for 1/2 hour waiting for Enterprise to come pick me up so that VW could rent me a vehicle. You didn’t think I left empty-handed, did you? Or worse… wait for them to work on my car? HA! That’s laughable. I was still completely over the top pissed, though, because a loaner takes about two minutes to get into but renting a car ended up taking over an hour total, even if it didn’t cost me anything. First I had to wait for them to create a PO for payment, then I waited for Enterprise to pick me up, then I had to wait for the porter to shuttle me to Enterprise when they didn’t show up! It was literally across the damned street! I swear if I had known that I would’ve walked over myself and saved 1/2 hour. Enterprise put me in an HHR. The girl at Enterprise kept telling me things like “the only thing you’re responsible for is the HHR” and “when you leave the HHR,” and I finally had to ask her what the hell an HHR is. Of course I was standing right next to it. I didn’t like it, by the way. The windows are really small, so it ends up being really dark in the car and there are a TON of blind spots. Plus, it smelled funny. As if someone had smoked in it and tried to cover it up with cinnamon scented Febreeze or something. Ick. I immediately preset all the radio buttons to decent music stations. I didn’t change them back to the crap they were set to before (AM radio and jazz… did I mention that jazz makes me super tense?), and I didn’t put any gas in it before I took it back. I’m such a rebel. It took so long to get the car and then drive home that VW called and said my car was ready right after I walked in the door which didn’t help my mood at all. Apparently the software update they did last week had caused an electrical charge to build up in the tachometer and they needed to release that charge and that was all. I’m not sure if I buy it or not, but that’s their story. Today my driver’s side window wouldn’t go down for about ten seconds (which I now refer to as THE TEN SECONDS OF FURY). It did eventually go down, so I’m not going to bother taking it in, mostly because I don’t have the patience to deal with them on another intermittent problem that they’ll dismiss so soon, but I have very little faith in my vehicle’s electrical system at the moment.

My Kombucha Round Two is doing awesome! That thin and questionable scoby I had created in the last batch has changed its mind and floated back up to the top of the brew! It’s like a Kombucha miracle or something! I have been better about leaving this batch alone, as well. I have it wrapped up in its little darkness dish towel and I have only peeked in TWO TIMES since the 17th. That isn’t bad, right? I guess that isn’t as many days as I thought. Well, whatever, things are looking good and that’s all that matters.

And finally… (mom seriously if you’re reading this even though you were told not to… see title… please look away now because you’re not gonna like it.)

CC got herself a new little friend.

It truly is a little friend, no matter how large it looks in that photo.  It measures about six inches long MAYBE.  I think that my girl smiled bigger than that when we allowed her to buy it, even though we’ve been on a strict no-pet policy here for the last year or so.  It is a common Garter snake, her second.  The first was wild caught (actually caught in the dead of winter inside of a business, it would have died if she hadn’t taken it), but this one was purchased at a pet store.  She has been on the hunt for another Garter since the last one perished, and I can’t argue that it was probably the best pet she ever had; no noise, no smell, completely docile.

Rules are made to be broken, right?

Sorry to anyone who doesn’t appreciate snakes showing up unexpectedly in their inbox.