oof

First: I am officially divorced! The papers arrived in the mail- looks like the Judge made the order on the 21st, and the clerk of the court entered it on the 27th. I think that means I was officially divorced as of the 21st, but it's not like it really matters. Anyway, whee!

I'm pretty worn out. I limped Scum out to Nick's garage in 'thesda, which was much harder than it needed to be. The right front tire had so much toe out from the impact that the steering wheel had to be around a full half turn to the left to drive in anything resembling a straight line. And if I took Scum over 25 mph, it started making sounds reminiscent of the Baby Jesus crying. Seriously. Nick, who was in front of me in his car, could hear it with his windows up. The poor tires are pretty worn from pushing all the way over there. Eventually, I just gave up and laughed- it sounded so bad, and was so sloppy to drive, I really couldn't do anything *but* laugh. It was hilarious. On the upside, I am now viscerally aware of every single pavement change between here and there. Because each one made the Baby Jesus shriek in agony.

The tie rod is bent to all hell, but holding, so Nick managed to fix the toe-out enough that I can limp it around until I can pick a new one up Tuesday. I made it up to 50mph on the drive home with no shrieking, so temporary success is declared.

Thanks, sweetie!

I then was forced to wash the damn car while Nick worked on his alignment. Grumble. I don't hold with pampering cars. Next thing you know, it'll be demanding flowers and chocolates. I amused us both by stripping down to my sports bra to wash the car.

I should be studying linguistics, but I think I'm going to nap instead. And by nap I think I really mean go to bed early.