Oh Holy Crap

It's like 10pm. I'm usually sawing some serious logs by now. Girl's car is in the shop this week. She's driving my POS truck and I'm driving a truck that I borrowed from a friend. She called me a couple of hours ago while I was picking up Boy from the retirement village where he plays guitar and sings with my parents, and tells me that my POS won't start. Ain't that just effin wonderful. So I call friend, who just happens to be a mechanic and he came over and looked at POS. It's the effin starter. Of course we can't get one tonight, so tomorrow we'll have to get one and he'll have to put it on. I'm going to bed.