So yesterday, when the SM went out to drive to work (inventory day!), his car wouldn’t start up (AGAIN) and came back up to the bedroom and drug me out of my unconscious state to drive him to work. At 6:53. That wasn’t exactly how I wanted to start my day.
After some carpooling shenanigans, a quick dinner and some TV watching, it was time to try to jump his car so he could drive it today. We got the jumper cables out, hooked up the rides and cranked my pimp ride up. I had my window down to discuss the process and after about 5-10 minutes, hs car was cranked and he left to drive it around and get the battery juiced enough to star the next day. I ran back upstairs to get by my phone in case the car stalled out on his ride. He got back fine and the car was running well.
This morning, once again in my unconscious state, he kissed my forehead and went downstairs to his car. He didn’t come back. Thank Goodness! I got up, late as usual, got ready and went down to start my 25 miles pilgrimage to hell (aka: my drive to work) and when I got to my door, I realized by window was still down. YEP. I never put it back up.
Thankfully nothing was missing. Evidently, big scary robber men don’t like Sara Bareilles or Vera Bradley bags. Maybe they just felt sorry for my taste in music. Either way, I was not burglarized and was able to make my trip to work, thievery free.
UPDATE: When I said to the SM “Robbers must not like Sara Bareilles…” he said, “Robbers have good taste.” Meanie.
