Can anything else break down?

Okay, perhaps things could be worse, but at the risk of repeating myself, so far to date the following
is not working:
The ipod
The phone
The Hifi
The PC
The camera

and now the car obviously felt like it was missing out and so it won't start. There we were sitting it in on Sunday afternoon, about to drop the kid and the boyf back out to their place along with a chest of drawers she wanted. She never leaves the place empty handed. And the stupid thing won't start. At all. Mammy2 reckons its on the way out. I suppose it has lasted a while, but at this stage it was the final straw. with everything else misbehaving. There's a guy coming to look at it on Friday and one of Mammy2's workmates is loaning us a car for the weekend cause we are heading to Wicklow for the weekend. I'm really looking forward to getting away for a while. The kid and her man are staying over as a break from their place and the pressures of the potential in-laws. She asked could she bring the rabbits and the cat over for the weekend as she missed them. You can only imagine the look she received in response. No cats and no rabbits. There were only a few But Whys.

We met up with our man at the weekend as well and ran through all the potential stuff we are going to have to do
to continue on baby making. He is up for it, if you'll pardon the pun. We were worried that with this being a lot more
serious then ovulation, txt, toliet, petit filou, ovaries that he might think it was too much. He's going to have to do
all the 'lovely' tests again and then depending on if the etchics committe and the clinic are happy with us working
with a known donor and his swimmers are compatible with my ovaries, be available every couple of weeks for the
attempts. He's very upfront and honest about things which I guess is another reason we want his baby. That and he loves potatoes. I mean, you can't go wrong with that really. Ideally, obviously we want to use him. In the event we can't, its to Denmark for the swimmers. So its all go.

I get the results of my blood tests tomorrow and I have to ring the clinic and see if I need to fax them down or bring
them with me when we are next down there, which should be going on dates, Monday the 4th of Feb hopefully. Again,
the ovaries appear to be open to the idea so we'll see how it goes.

Tonight I am catching up with the mate J over some yummy bravas. Its been a while. For both the mate J and the bravas. We haven't caught up properly in ages and when we have been out its with a group of people so no chance to chat. I managed training on Monday and was well impressed with myself as J got held up with work and was meant to be my partner. I was partnered with someone who has obviously been to more then few classes, juding from the kicks she was landing on me. She was grand though, sometimes they can be a pain espeically if they have graded. So one class down, and I am hoping to get another one this week depending on the ould social life. The next few weekends look very busy, with Mammy2's bday, Carnival in Holland with a bunch of mates and then the six nations starts as well.

With Willow on her last legs, we are looking to get a new car. Well a new second hand one if that makes sense. This couldn't have come at a worse time financially though because we were hoping to get a loan to cover any extra expenses the clinic will charge and from the looks of things it is going to cost us. This also puts all apartment buying plans on hold. Which we don't mind really, we're happy enough where we are. Its just sometimes other people advise that we should buy and have our place. If I hear the expression dead money one more time, I will kill someone. How is it dead money if we are paying rent for a place we love to live in?