The bad luck is speading thinner than my wrists!

This morning DC and I had a wonderful fight over the fact that I needed his suburban to go to Grand Forks. See, Dad decided to sping it on me last night that I needed to bring the kids to Grand Forks today to do school shopping. Well, as you all know, whatever Dad says goes just as it is for DC. Well, this morning Dad and DC differed in thier expectations. Dad wanted me to go to Grand Forks while DC had already had plan that I didn't know about for which he would need his suburban. At this point everyone is probably wondering why I don't just take one of the other vehicles. That's the kicker, there are no others! You see, Dad's car needs a new front axel, my car is dead and awaiting its trip to space for I am going to blow it sky fucking high soon, and the other suburban was t-boned! That's right, T-BONED! DC, Andy and Eric were on their way home when a drunk driver ran a stop sign over by wal-mart and sped across the highway hitting the boys. He hit the suburban so hard that it is dented on the other side. Get this, that suburban isn't even ours, it's my uncles! Well anyway, with our shortage of vehicles, I was finally able to get DC to let me use the suburban. Here's the cherry on top, On my way to Grand Forks the front tire blew on DC's suburban and so DC had to come and get the kids and I outside of Michigan. The tire and the wheel well are ripped to shreads so now DC has a spare on it that holds air for shit. Do the math, how many vehicles do we now have to work with? You know what Blogbot, you are welcome to shoot me now. It should'nt be hard to find me either considering I don't have a way to get anywhere. Well, you all know where to find me. Have a nice day!