smoke up ass? check!

Met with the agency today. I reigned in the beast and was professional and polite and stuck to my mental list of what I wanted to accomplish. And the lady across the desk was equally as fake and basically fed me all kinds of polite, concerned-faced answers. We now have a plan to get these final steps done. But no promises that they will be done in a timely manner. I'm kind of torn between being excited about being *almost* done with this pre-waiting paperwork segment and being pissed at all the communication and timeliness fails.

In emotionally related happy/pissed news, my car broke down in the middle of the road (pissed), the ex-mechanic crack head on the corner offered to fix it (happy - it's a long story), he managed to break more than he fixed (pissed), I took this as a sign that it was time to upgrade my '98 Civic (and maybe not do business with the neighborhood crack dealers) and get our soon-to-be peanut something safer and more reliable to ride around in (happy), I had to pay $400 to get the ol' girl running and trade-in-able (pissed), but if all goes well I'll be taking home a new-to-me civic hybrid on Friday (*super* happy).

So, I will take a lesson from my wife, who almost always sees the happy in life, and just relax into the oh-my-god-about-to-get-on-the-baby-wait-list-and-a-newish-car-to-boot and feel the happy!