Buy a scooter

A dog peed on my new scooter.
On the lockable compartment just under the handlebar.
I want to take it as a signal.

Oozing good luck of course.

Donedonedonedone!

I found a super-duper-fantastic deal. A second hand Piaggio Liberty 125. It’s in mint conditions, and the guy selling it is one of my father’s oldest friends!
So I got a discount, and he told me I can pay him over time.

And I hope that sixth friggin’ time’s the charm.

Father wants to pay for the whole scooter.
Brother insists he wants to put his share in.
Boyfriend wants to help them.

And being the depressive goofball that I am, I was not noticing how much love and solidarity there’s around me.

The men of my life!

And hopefully I will get some money back from insurance.
Crap, it sucks. I loved my little scooter, but I have to replace it as soon as possible.