Just When I Was Thinking Things Couldn't Get Worse...

Okay, let's recap my life the past couple of months:

Teenage son using drugs

Teenage son runs away...and again...and again. He is still out there. 9 days this time.

Finances are falling apart....they are in tiny bits as I write. I am not sure how I am going to pay all of my bills.

Okay things are not good. But yesterday, when I was beginning to think things couldn't get worse, they did. Are you ready for this? Well, Hurricane Wilma (of Flintstones fame) is tracking right towards my house. Pretty scary. I am worried about my son not being sheltered during such a storm, but what can I do, right? Well, normally if something like this is tracking right for me, I will leave town and come back when it has passed. Since the kid is not home and I can't find him, I have to stay and wait and hope he comes home and cry my fool head off for fear of his well being. Oh, but it gets better.

Yesterday I was going to run an errand. I got in my car at work, put it in reverse, and the damn thing made the most awful (pricey) sound I have heard since my '79 Toyota died 10 years ago. I knew it couldn't be good. Well, the power steering went out. I am in $600. I don't have $600. I don't know where I am going to get $600. $600. Seriously.

I have to stop thinking things can't get worse. Stupid me.