If it weren't for bad luck...

Some say I should be a writer - and write a book of all the tales our family has to tell. Some say I should've been a comedian - a regular on SNL. However, most tell me I should just crawl into a hole and wait until my luck changes, because damn - I'm afraid to ask the age-old question "What else could go wrong?" So, not only will I use this blog to update you on family events and updates - but I'm also going to exercise my (non-existant) writing skills and fill you in about just what it is I call "luck" - or lack thereof.

I have about 10 stories I could start with for this week alone. My dog eating a whole loaf of pumpkin bread, a whole container of cookies, and a breakfast sandwich. My daughter getting stung by a bee, then getting her finger caught in a swing chain. Or the 3 month old "allergies" I've been experiencing, which in fact were a nasty sinus infection. There's also the story about our eventful Wednesday, when Brian was on his way to take his exam for the DNR and forgot his transcripts and had to drive all the way back to get them (from Plymouth...). But today, I will just start with what has happened on today, October 10th.

About two years ago Brian's windsheild on his 2001 Silverado broke. For those of you that know Brian know he's extremely anal about his vehicles and of course, this pretty much ruined his week. So, he goes to get it fixed. They do a crappy job. The windshield leaks air. In typical Frank form, we have to go have something re-done that we've already paid to have done RIGHT the first time. (The moral of this whole blog is just that...getting it done right the first time!)

Time passes, Brian notices rust around the top of his windshield. He concludes that whoever cut the seal, also must have nicked the paint, causing it to rust. Certainly it isn't Brians fault - he takes care of his vehicles better than most take care of their children. He washes, waxes, baby talks and garages his truck whenever possible. Sometimes, I think if they made a bed larger than a king size, we'd have the truck in bed with us. He calls the windshield place - they take no blame (of course!). So we're S.O.L.

He takes it to Pine Chevrolet in LaPorte. The body shop guy says for $200 they will fix it. That's exactly what he says "For a couple hundred we will fix it." He didn't go into detail, only promised he'd fix it. So, we him-hawed around for a few weeks and finally last week Brian got it fixed. Well, we thought so.

Monday it rained. Hard. Not only did it rain OUTSIDE Brian's truck but it rained INSIDE - through the windshield. So, of course he called and complained. Their service manager started screaming at Brian. Brian, not one to tolerate this, hung up and called back the owner of the company.

Long story short - they refixed it. For free. Upon refixing this. They realized that the original windsheild place never glued the windsheild in place (nice!). Pine proceeded to fix it. They also proceeded to cut his XM wire and jack up his windshield wipers. I've never seen him so mad in all my life!!! Oh he was festerin'!

The guys there apologized profusely - fixed it AGAIN.

Long story short...if you can't do something right the first time - there's always next time! Right? Sheesh!