Happy Easter (with a bad omen and some bullshit)
So the Easter holidays are here. Yay.
It actually didn't start out so bad. Grandaddy made hamburgers and sausages out on the grill (despite his recent knee surgery). We had a birthday party for one of my nephews (he's 5 now). We headed to Aunt Darlene's for the family egg-hunt. Arrived at Aunt Darlene's to find quite a generous spread leftover from lunch (hams, roast, mac'n'cheese, casseroles of all kinds).
I was part of the egg-hiding brigade. All the kids were herded into the upstairs playroom to wait while we hid the eggs for the hunt. While hiding eggs, I found a bird on the back porch. The way the thing was posed, I thought it might be a toy...but it was awfully realistic...and Aunt Darlene doesn't have any little kids around her house except for holidays. I nudged it with my toe, and it was soft. As in, fleshy not plastic. Another nephew was nearby and heard me say "Oh, please don't let this be a dead bird." He gave it one look and went "EW!" My sister went inside to tell Aunt Darlene, and came back out with a paper towel, grabbed the bird, and tossed him in the garbage.
So that was my bad omen.
Later, after we had stuffed ourselves and everyone was preparing to leave, my mother informs me that I have a flat tire. "What?" I get out and look and sure enough, flat as a pancake. This wouldn't be so bad, except that I had this exact same tire fixed five days ago. I had taken the car in for an oil change and new wipers. They informed me that I had a screw imbedded in the tire, and it needed fixing. I didn't doubt them at all because that tire had had low pressure before I took it in, so I told them to go ahead and fix it. I have a receipt that specifically states "Flat Repair", and five days later it doesn't have low pressure. It has no pressure.
So this is my bullshit.
Now I get to spend tomorrow arguing with them to actually do what they billed me for...fuckers. I need to start walking to work, or something.