i don't know how many of you read my other blog, so i thought i'd post on here too. this story is too crazy.

it all began thursday when we found out within 10 minutes of each other that a) joe's engine was burning up and we had to get him a new car asap and b) our kitten sasha, whom we found about 2 months ago, had feline leukemia (even though the first test came back negative).

friday:

we spent all morning at the car dealership after joe's car barely made it there. he had to stop twice, and the second time we were so sure it wouldn't move any further we called a tow truck. luckily, though, it managed to make it.

after joe got his car, he met me at the vet where we were treated very badly and then were rushed into the decision to put sasha to sleep. i know in the long run it was the right decision: felv is highly contagious and we were worried about our other cats (we were dumb by thinking, hey, our cats are indoor cats so we don't have to worry as much about their vaccines). plus, it saved her from being very, very sick and miserable. i didn't want her to go out that way. she died happy, feeling good and with us petting and kissing her.

i went back to work and joe went home only to realize we had forgotten we had to attend a scholarship reception in a few hours to give out scholarships from our kiwanis club.

after that, we got dinner and went home. finally. joe was halfway through digging sasha's grave when i got a strange voicemail on my phone: "hey cady. it's ben at the theater. i think this is your mustang out front that's been running and locked for the last two hours."

*sidenote: the theater is the grand theatre which is owned by my company. we share offices with them.*

sure enough, i didn't have my keys. we called a locksmith and headed back to the station. as soon as we arrived, my car ran out of gas. fantastic.

an hour and $85 later, my car was opened, and we headed home to finish burying sasha.

saturday:

we had plans to go to the braves game saturday night with joe's friend, philip, and his new wife who were visiting from arizona. we headed out, stopping by the gas station first to get some drinks.

joe decided to play with a laser pointer display at the counter. it was a straw hut, and underneath were keychains with sandals. cute. joe pushed the button and . .

set the display on fire. yes, folks, they were *lighters*, not laser pointers. hahaha. that was the hardest i'd laughed in a while. we still want to know who puts lighters under straw.

three hours later, we made it to atlanta, thanks to two construction zones and three wrecks. fantastic. we spent two hours at the game, left around 10 and . . .

made it home at 1:30 thanks to another wreck. two hours at the game and six in the car. great.

surprisingly, nothing too terrible happened on sunday. shocking, i know. i'm hoping the bad luck has passed us now for a long, long time.