i wake up this morning with a message on my cell phone from my mom saying that she hit my 93 this morning backing out of the garage in my dads 01. I go look at my car and you can barely see a tiny scratch and some black paint so I think no big deal and call her to tell her she can make up for it by buying me lunch. When I get to scholtzky's I see my dads car and noticed the rear bumper is screwed up pretty bad - clear coat is cracked in a huge (like 8" x 8") spot with some green paint in the middle of it.
During lunch, my mom tells me that my 64 is taking up too much space in the garage and she wants me to move it outside (thats right, she wants me to move my 64 - with over $700 in brand new sheet metal and fiberglass, fresh primer, and hours of body work in it - right next to my 93 that she swapped paint with earlier that day). I told I would think about it if she bought me a nice car cover so the weather doesnt ruin the primer. She told me if I wanted a good one I would have to pay for it but she would get me a crappy universal one from sams for $30. We argued some more and it ended with her threatening to have the 64 towed.
After lunch I decided to go to autozone to get some oil and an oil filter and find out why my CEL is coming on. I get there and find out they cant do diagnostics on cars older than 1996 (hey, lets only serve half of our potential customer base!) so I got the stuff to change my oil and left. I get home, jack my car up, put it on the jack stands, and get the oil drainage pan out only to not be able to get the bolt off of the oil pan to drain the oil out.
what a lame day