Still no car; MFA Mechanic got slammed at the shop and had to delay coming to get me until a co-worker gets back to man the phone. That's okay though. I have located the title to the MFA Minivan and Googled "how to drive a stick shift," so I'm ready when he is (I *do* know HOW to drive a stick--every vehicle I owned prior to marrying the XY was a stick--YAY, STICK!--but then he had that machismo-related condition of being unable to tolerate riding in a car unless he was driving, and the XY can NOT drive stick, and was killing my poor Honda Civic, and that was the end of sticks for me...so it's been like, twelve years and I wanted to brush up).
Meanwhile, we're starting to mentally move into the "aftermath" portion of this most recent catastrophe, namely the part where Hotter tells me "hey, we need ___, ___, and ___ from the store" and I say "no money for that, CAR, remember?" and he gets snappish and asks me just what the hell he is supposed to feed the children. GOOD TIMES. And also: DOWN WITH PANTRY MOTHS, because usually we could eat the pantry for a bit and be okay, but I haven't re-stocked it since eradicating the fuckers because I wanted to make sure they STAYED gone (they have). Plus the electric bill is due, and if I don't pay it they'll boot us off the budget plan. And then Big Child needs $20 for a shirt for an arts-related group he participates in for credit at the middle school, and I kind of spaced on the whole "have to pay to register the car" thing, and in order to do THAT I have to first pay that parking ticket I got at Local Teaching Hospital that one time and then didn't have the money for/forgot about, and I probably ought to go back to the doctor if my lungs don't fall into line soon, although I'm hoping they're just peeved over all of the walking and will settle down now, and GAHHHH. Doesn't life REALIZE we've just had a major crisis over here?
Still, I will take an empty pantry and the usual bills plus assorted "oh hey don't forget I need $20"-type things over "no wheels, going to lose ALL THE JOBS."
Now we just need to get through the next week until a check comes in, and then we can exhale.
On an entirely unrelated note, Becca the Commenter has spoken, and the MFA Beater's given name shall be: Gwendoline.
Even further unrelated: there is A Situation with the livestock at Squatter Workshop. Nothing like "they have to go" or anything, in fact, it's kind of hilarious in a "joke's on me" sort of way. But I'm not saying any more than that until we see how it plays out.