I have a good excuse for missing SnB tonight

Remember Sunday when my oil light went BEEP BEEP BEEP? It was nearly dry and I only put in two quarts, so I have been a little concerned that it needed more oil ever since. Before I left work, I checked the oil and it was at the "add more" level. I stopped at 7-11, but they only had 10w-30 oil. Jamie is a discerning little car. She only likes 5w-40 (but she'll take the 5w-30 if need be). So, off I drove to the Mobil station at Alvarado. I bought two more quarts and added them without spilling a drop. I check the oil level and--oops--it was a little over the full level. Not way over, mind you, just a little over.

[DANGER WILL ROBINSON--here's where you start to get nervous for our heroine.]

I headed off down Olympic for a fun night of Stitchin' and Bitchin'. At some point, I noticed Jamie was idling a little rough. That's not like her. For the next block or two, she was a little jerky. Then, I smelled something and the "Check Engine" light came on. Now, I know you don't want to mess with oil and engine issues, so I turned up the first street I could find and parked in the only spot available--the red zone--and called AAA.

How much do I love AAA? So much. I called at 6:55 and the tow truck was there within 10 minutes. Not only that, but the tow company called the dealership to see if the repair shop was still open, then called me back to tell me there was a drop-off service. And the driver? So nice. His name was X-Ray, or at least that's what his shirt said.

Me? Back on the bus, I'm afraid. What I'm really afraid of is the repair bill. I was going to drop the car off at the body shop tomorrow to FINALLY fix the rear end damage, but now I have to worry about these repairs.

The first of many.