And the day after my car blew up in the middle of Norfolk, Virginia, I was accepted to a PhD program.
The end.
God won't let you have nice things until he poops on them. Trust me on this one.
At first I thought the car blew up because Mr. Suu decided he doesn't want to listen to his wife when she goes, "Hey, the Mazda sounds kinda funny, can you take it to work and see if it's acting up or if it's just me?" Then I figured it was because all of the Tampa Bay teams have gotten to their respective finals this year and this is my price.
Head gasket. The magic smoke came out. I freaked out, pulled over, got a tow truck which involved much drama of having a gas station owner yell at me and a cop yelling at the gas station owner for not being helpful to me when I was visibly in distress.
Then I went on base, got Mr. Suu's truck, which also has the check engine light on and needs brakes. I'm scrapping the Mazda this week and using the cash to pay for those fixes.
The PhD is at least fully funded. The hilarious part is getting the new car and getting back down to Florida in the summer.
