Aw, Sierra, I know just how you feel. Recently we had some issues
with one of our cars. About a month ago I had the day from "you know where."
I drove the 30 miles to our nearest shopping town. Buck had asked me to make a purchase at an unscheduled stop. He gave me the checkbook to pay for the purchase. When I got to the store, there were no checks in the checkbook. No problem, I used our debit card.
Then, later, as I was looking at something on a store shelf, I bent down and my sunglasses hit the floor and broke. Again, no problem, I had another pair in the car.
Then, at noon, I stopped in a shady spot to enjoy my lunch sandwich. I reached for my sandwich and, when I picked up the wrapper, my watch fell off. The band had broken. No fix here, so I put my watch into my purse.
Okay, time to eat my sandwich. I took a bite and, oops, I noticed that my ham and cheese was a bit crunchy. I rolled my tongue around in my mouth and came up with a big piece of a tooth. Boo hiss!
At this point I was sure my day couldn't get worse. Just as this was happening, Buck called me on my cell to see how my day was going. Well, he got an earful. Told him it couldn't get any worse. Never say things like that.
My goal that day was to start my drive home no later than 3:45 p.m. I was soooooo happy to look at my watch when I got in the car at my last stop...it was only 3:30. Yeah! I was doin' great.
I put the key into the ignition. NOTHING. Yep, day got worse. Had to call Buck to drive the 30 miles to come and get me.
After it was all said and done, I didn't get home until almost 6 p.m.
So, I truly understand your frustration, but don't bury your car....yet!