pwned, baby! pwned!

Drive by posting. Will be catching up with everything later tonight. My week-long migraine seems to have FINALLY died down. Thank god. I was looking into lobotomizing myself just to get rid of the pain.

Good news though!

I have my car back and I don't have to do anything to the window! \o/ After speaking with our lawyer, he said my best course of action was to file a civil suit. Talked to the judge (who ended up being the wrong district justice to go to, but as my dad and he went to school and I went to school with his son, he was really candid in talking to us). And agreed that suing the dealership would be the best course of action.

Take my car to this glass repair place and they said there was nothing wrong. That the weather stripping had gotten kinked somehow, they fixed it and didn't even charge me for it! Now the window works perfectly, there's no grinding or anything.

I am a happy, happy Lia.

Work is now changing my schedule (oi) but it means more nights by myself which isn't necessarily a bad thing. While I don't trust to be on LJ or the like (at least, not yet *cough*) I can be on google sites. Which means writing. My muse seems to be coming back in FULL force. Not only with bunnies, but with ideas for LMoM (though I'll be getting help from you guys as I want to try 31 different pairings through the month). I know. Ambitious, right?

*squees some more about her baby being fixed!* *\o/*

Oh. Shit.

lj-mood: omg worried
lj-music: Les Miserables // The Runaway Cart
Shit. Shit. Buggering. Hell.

Oh god. I think I just did a really, really bad thing.

Left the hp_summersmut envelope with everyone's assignments
printed on them -- on the kitchen counter. In an envelope, yes, but STILL.
I'm not home. Dad is.

This is not good. At all.

Either he's not going to look... or I"m going to have a VERY uncomfortable
conversation when I get home in 80 minutes. *WHIMPERS OMG*

Oh. Shit. -- Part II

Mostly, we had a happy ending.

Shortly after I emailed the post, I decided to suck it up and call my father and VERY CAREFULLY ask if there was an envelope on the counter. The conversation went thusly:

Me: So... uh... did I happen to leave a manilla envelope on the kitchen counter?
Dad: yes you did.
Me: Uh... please don't look in there.
Dad: Why?
Me: No reason. Just... not for your eyes. At all.
Dad: Okay...
Me: Actually, can you toss it in the den on my stuff. Or even in the dining room?
Dad: I'm just... going to leave it where it is.

Hang up with him and have a nerve wracking next hour or so, wondering if he'll actually NOT look or if it'll be the little kid syndrome. Don't touch the stove... what does the kid do? Touch the stove. Had a ton of drama at work involving a new credit card machine and my being unable to transmit the batch for whatever reason which involved me driving back to the store after leaving to call boss and explain. Get home around 7:40 and mom's home.

Enter envelope still sitting on the kitchen table.

Run in. Grab it.

Mom: what's that?
Me: *on way up the stairs* noooothing.
Mom: So, where are you going with it?
Me: To my room.
Mom: What's in it.
Me: just never you mind.

So... I can only hope they DIDN"T see what's in there. Mom, would likely be a bit better with what it was as she and I share romance novels. But as I was wibbling with wook77 romance novels and sign-ups for a pr0n fest are two VERY different things.

Last thing I needed was my father seeing a request of: Snarry or Harry/Draco, kinks: D/s, BDSM and rimming.

Crisis Averted.

I hope.