I have managed to do some major shopping over the past week. I am the proud new owner of such gems as black and hot pink Vans, a gold beaded brown hippie skirt, lacy, sequined tank tops, polka dotted undies, Essential x-Men Vol. 1, the Wonder Woman and Superman archives (for my comic book class) and various other items. Tomorrow I look forward to a fabulous day of shopping at McKays aka The Best Used Bookstore Ever with gods_lil_rocker. So if anyone has any book recs of things that really ought to be read, I'd love to hear them.

On the other hand, since the truck was smooshed by the tree, a plethora of things have happened to make this the opposite of a Best Week Ever in my family. Things including and not limited to: Dad's semi breaking down in a tollboth and having to close off a Chicago expressway to push it to the side of the road to work on, the Suburban door not opening from the inside, my car running out of gas on my parents and leaving them stranded as they had the keys to the only driveable car, as it's both unsafe and illegal to drive a truck with a tree sticking through the windshield, the plumbing going insane, the fridge breaking, the air on my car fizzling out and an ugly new mailbox. Plus, the City hasn't come and cut down the cracked limb yet (you can actually see through the limb in two seperate places) so we're still in danger of having another smooshed car. Oh, and ugh, I think next week I have to go to my Formerly Lesbian But Now Marrying a Skeazy Man Cousin Sue's wedding, as to the dismay of, well, everyone they decided to not elope and to have a "big" wedding instead.

*grins* The nice part is that everyone's mellowed out enough so that all this has just become a big joke to the whole family. Because, really, it's very funny how many random things can just go wrong in a single week.