I finally got things worked out with AT&T — after close to two months of daily phone calls to the customer service center. I’m glad I decided to call the corporate office; otherwise, I’m sure we’d *still* be dealing with everything. I didn’t get the complete resolution I wanted, but I got just about everything, so I decided to let one little extra slide.

I also got my car back today. The mechanic told me it would cost close to $1,000 to replace the y pipe, but the welded it back together for a fraction of that cost, which took a lot of stress off me. They said it should run just for for a few more years and, like I told Joe, as long as it lasts until his car is paid off, we’ll be good to go. I just don’t want two car payments at once.

I’ll be back tomorrow with a recap of family day at Joe’s museum. It’ll be a nice change from my recent internet and car rants, huh?

I spent most of yesterday on the phone with AT&T’s corporate office trying to get our internet back on and credit for the rewards we were promised. By the time I headed into work, I was exhausted and ready for a break.

Then, my car started rattling. LOUDLY. Every time I pushed the gas pedal. So I drove to Firestone at about 20 mph to have it looked at. They determined something was wrong with the exhaust pipe, and that’s something they don’t fix.

So, it was off to Meineke. I got a call this morning saying my y pipe is broken. The y pipe is an exhaust pipe that joins two pipes and then leads back toward the muffler and exhaust. I really shouldn’t be too surprised. My car sits *very* low to the ground and bottoms out really easily, even if I’m basically crawling over a railroad crossing or speed bump. Apparently, the y pipe contains the catalyic converters, making it a very expensive fix. Luckily, they were able to weld it back together for a fraction of the cost of replacing it. They said it should hold up for several years, and as long as my car can last until Joe’s car is paid off, I’ll be a very happy camper.

We thought AT&T couldn’t screw us over again. We were wrong.

During our last call, we were given a home phone line for $1 a month so we could get the rebate we were promised when we initially signed up. Imagine our surprise today when we got a mailing listing our monthly charge as $30.

Tired of the hassle and since we don’t even use a home phone, Joe told them to cancel it. They took that to mean “Please cancel our Internet”, which we discovered when we got home tonight. We can’t get it turned back on until tomorrow. The corporate office I called today will get anotoday will be getting another call from me tomorrow. Thank goodness for phones with Internet.

UPDATE: Still no Internet and AT&T now says they will listen to my complaint but will not do anything to rectify it. And that’s someone at the corporate office telling me that. I can’t go any higher. I guess we’re going to have to eat the $250 in inexpected up front charges and switch back to Comcast. In- freaking-believable.

See that? That’s what happens when your snoring annoys your husband and he whacks you in face.

Actually, that’s a joke because I don’t snore. Really. And, Joe didn’t hit me. I don’t think. We have no idea what happened. On Saturday, Joe said, “Hey, look over there,” which of course made me say, “No, I’m not looking over there” because every time I look over there, Joe does something to me or takes something I have.

But, when I did look to the side, Joe saw that half of my eyeball was bloody. I told him he should have said, “Hey, look over there because your eyeball is a bloody mess.” That would have worked for me.

We chalked it up to a broken blood vessel and went on with our day. That night, though, Joe noticed what appeared to be a scratch on my eyeball. So, yesterday we went to our optometrist to see what he thought. It didn’t hurt like a cut on the eye normally would, but if it was a cut we didn’t want it to get infected.

The verdict: a broken blood vessel with pooled blood that could resemble a cut. It should go away in the next 3-5 weeks. Until then, whenever someone asks me what happened to my eye, I’ll get to say I learned my lesson for snoring.