The last two weeks have been some of the most trying in my life. Not hard times, just frustrating. There have been some great moments mixed in between all of the disasters, but still.
We left two weeks ago today. We were supposed to hit Tuscon that night. We managed to get about two and a half hours worth of drive time in -- over the first two and a half days. First, the brakes to the YACmobile caught on FIRE. Then we ran out of gas (because of the brakes seising) and then we blew two tires. We were stuck in the hellhole that is El Centro, California until Sunday. on Sunday, we left in a Uhaul. We had to leave the YACmobile in El Centro, where it still is. (we think.)
The Uhaul trip was pretty uneventful. We made it to Michigan on Wednesday night, and then rented a car to drive to Cedar Point on Thursday. We worked Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, and while the money was pretty good, the town of Sandusky sucks and is full of spiders. We stayed at some crappy dorms and I got sick starting on Saturday. I had no voice for Sunday or Monday.
Came back into Jackson Monday night. We actually spent a couple of nice days getting some wedding stuff done and having fun around town.
Then this morning, my dad woke us up asking where the Vespa was. It was stolen. We reported it to the police, and took some fliers around town, but it's hard to be optimistic when every one we tell says that they've had stuff stolen here, too.
We're working this weekend at Frontier's Day in Charlotte, so if anyone is going, come see us.
We get married next weekend.
Sarah gets here on Monday.
We found a place today, and applied for it. We really like it, and hope that getting it will be the good luck that we deserve at this point.
The kitty is fine, even though he doesn't like my dad's dogs.