Give me my car back.

I'm such a big fat baby! I want my car back! I know, I sound so spoiled. Our silly little sad white car, Hyundai Elantra, is pretty much dying. We have known this for the past six months or so. And hey, it is ten years old. We have been planning on buying a new car real soon and almost decided to go car shopping this saturday. See, for the past three or four months the car has been making this terrible, loud, thudding, clanking-type sound. It sounds like car parts are going to fall out in the middle of the road. So we took it to the dealership and got it fixed... supposedly. They had to put in an entirely new transmission and it cost over a thousand bucks. And then, two weeks later the clanking came back, louder and more horrible than ever. So here we are, waiting for the car to be quote "fixed" once again. In the meantime, Diego has to drive my Honda Civic to work and I have nothing. Diego told the people at the dealership that if it is going to cost a bunch of money again that we will just leave the car with them and buy a new one. It's not worth it. They said that it shouldn't cost very much because they didn't solve the problem the first time. But still, they don't know what's wrong. They pretty much have to take the whole car apart to figure out what is going on. And for now, we wait. They have had the car since wednesday and haven't even called us back to give any updates. And I just wait. I know many families survive with one car. I know I'm being spoiled. There is a park just outside my door and Josh seems to be handling the whole staying home thing better than I am. At least it's friday and Diego sometimes comes home early on fridays! Sometimes. I'm having a hard time drawing a conclusion to this rant so I'll just say the rant's over for now. Bye.