Top of the Rollercoaster to Ya!

In a nutshell.

The hand mixer car has a gremlin in it that can sense when we are about to receive money. It blew the head gasket yesterday. Mechanic said, "Just buy a new one." Which for us means buying a car that was built any year before Kabloey was born (1996).

After days of checking our tax refund status, was told it would be next week. Fine.

Received a mysterious check in the mail. Called NJ late in the afternoon - which is midnight there - to see what is going on. No satisfaction.

Girl wakes up at 5:fucking thirty this morning asking for clothes. In my best nighttime parenting voice, I said, "You are never going to sleep without clothes again!" Couldn't go back to sleep. Realized that butt crack dawn in Seattle was tea time in Jersey.

Talked to Heather in Title ("How did you get this number?" "I pulled it outta my back pocket.") who sent me to Marvin in Customer Service (he really needed his morning java) who sent me to Ralph (we has his number yesterday but he never answered the phone). Ralph is a soft-spoken (turn the phone up to MAX) accountant type who talked/emailed to some faceless check requester to confirm that the mysterious check is in fact legitimate.

I'm taking the family to breakfast! And the Hand Mixer (note the capitalization, a sure sign of a elevation of esteem) will be fixed to putter again!

Take *that*, VOA!