We woke up this morning to no heat. I knew we were getting low on oil but was hoping to eke out what was left until tomorrow, when That Canadian Boy I Married gets paid. Alas, no such luck. Fortunately, you can put diesel into an oil tank, so that's what I planned on doing.
I got the girls up and dressed and out the door to school. The house was cold - 50F - but I figured it wouldn't take long to warm up once I got the fuel. Dropped the girls off and The Bug and I went to the bank. On the way home, The Bug started complaining about being hungry, so I stopped at the house to get her something to eat.
Since they don't plow my road worth a damn, there's a five inch layer of ice and snow built up and as I was pulling into my driveway, I skidded into the snowbank with a big crunch. Fuuuu-huh-huh-huh-huck.
Upon stepping out of the car, I noticed a trail of green. Dammit. I thought I'd either ripped the hose off or damaged the antifreeze reservoir. When I saw exactly how much green, I figured it was the reservoir. I rushed The Bug into the house and phoned TCBIM to tell him he had to come home and pick Boo up from preschool and oh, by the way, fix the car. As I was talking to him, I looked out the window and noticed that my front bumper was smashed all to hell. Great. Just great.
He attempts to crawl under the car but it's too low to the ground. However, he thinks I punched a hole in the radiator and maybe damaged the compressor.
So, the car has been towed to the repair shop, which is just down the road, thankfully. It's probably going to cost $700 to get fixed which, in the greater scheme of things, isn't a huge sum of money, but still. We are living paycheck to paycheck and money is very tight around here and this throws a real wrench (arf!) into things.
I need a Mulligan on today, please and thank you.