You know you're jealous of my week

This week... well really the last few days have been really... um... amazing? in a sarcastic type of way. So first off I'm sitting in my class Thursday night and I get a text about 8:30. I don't really check texts in class and class was out soon so I waited a few minutes then as soon as I was out I checked my phone. It was a text frm Lindsey (Lindsey and I are roomates if you haven't figured that out) "You have to come home NOW. Calvin got hit by a car and is dead and Charlie is gone" Calvin and Charlie are our other roomates Beagles. WHAT?! I called Lindsey... sure enough poor girl had to talk to the lady who had hit Calvin, call our other roomate- Lacy and tell her, then go out looking for Charlie. We looked for Charlie for a few hours then decided that he probably had found a place to hide for the night and hoped he would find his way home in the morning... Since we all work we left a note on our door that said to call us if they were returning our beagle. Lacy decided to stay at her parents that night then come the next day and hopefully Char would be home by then...
Next morning...
I'm on my way to work and was about 30 minutes away and-- my car decides to overheat. Awesome... perfect. The thing about my job (I'm a sign language interpreter) is that if I'm not there it's pretty difficult to find a replacement and nothing can really happen without someone there. So, because I have an amazing dad, once again he saved me. He had my sister bring her truck up to me so I could make it to work. My dad figures out how to get it smoking and hot to the Flyng J just off the exit. Diagnosis for my car: Blown Head Gasket... I was going to change the oil that afternoon- Too late. My car was old- I guess just think of it as assisted Suicide.
Fast forward a few hours;
I'm at work and get a text "Charlie's home!" YAY! Apparently someone had found him and put him in our backyard. He's got a few battlewounds, including a fat eye and a limp, but he's doing well and is still the same Charlie. We think he may have been hit too by another car. They took him to the vet last night and everything checked out. I'm SOOOO glad we found him!
Fast forward a few more hours...
I'm driving home and I start to notice the same smell my car had this morning. "It's no big deal I'm probably making up stuff because I'm paranoid" about 1/4 mile from the same flying J exit my other car was chilling at the truck decides to overheat as well... Yes. That is the awesomeness of my life. My poor dad is on vacation with the rest of my famlily (I had to work so couldn't go) so after I called him I called my hero- Lindsey, to rescue me. She came and saved me while my dad drove home to diagnose the truck to try and bring it home... the verdict is: a blown head gasket. Yes, that's right TWO in one day!!! Impossible you say? Well... It can happen and I am living proof of that! So that makes today Car shopping day for me... Yay :-S Not really... Wish me luck!
I told Linds she'd better watch out- things are dying all over the place here!