What's that saying about the shoe maker's kids never having shoes?
Well the same goes for the mechanic's wife. Her car doesn't get the attention it needs, unless it's main driver (me) yells and hollers or threatens to take it to someone else.

30 degrees today. Hot. Someone broke my sunroof about 2 years ago after the brighter-more-sane minded one of the couple said, "stop playing with it you baboon, you'll break it." Broken.
Air conditioning - shitty. Needs to be topped up or something. Apparently I have some kind of leak. Doesn't cool things off very well.
The clincher? The driver's side window doesn't work either. The power window motor crapped out. $500 for a new one.

Welcome to the ghetto car. Someone do me a favour and steal it.

**Edit: Wouldn't you know it. I play the bitch and complain and what does the man show up with? A new motor and all the tools to fix it here at home so I don't have to go another day...
"foot in mouth and head up ass..."