You know what sucks?

When you move to a tiny little town in a faraway state where you don't know anyone and then you travel 2 hours to get to a city that you think might be interesting to explore and then you go to an overpriced exhibit and come out to find that your CAR has been stolen and then you remember your purse and phone and credit cards and social security card and basically your whole identity was also in the car so you call the credit card companies and talk to a bunch of dumb people who put you on hold 18 thousand times while you're standing outside in the sun getting yet another sunburn and then you remember your ipod was in the car too and your expensive cycling shoes and your husband's only church shoes so now he has to wear tennis shoes or Chacos to church tomorrow and you have no way to get home and there's no one to call because you don't know anyone so you finally rent a car which is way, way overpriced and drive 2 hours home and all you want to do is curl up in bed and finish reading Confessions of a Shopaholic which you checked out from the library but you realize you can't because your library books were also in the car that was stolen!

Yeah, it sucks.