Vacation Nightmare

I turned 40 last week, June 1. It was supposed to be a great week of relaxing on the beach and celebrating my first 40 years. Well, it started off with a bad omen. Susie and I noticed a large spider in my kitchen doorway. I got the Raid and sprayed it and immediately about 30 baby spiders started scattering everywhere. I think I got them all, but it was still very freaky.
The next morning we loaded up Susie'd newish convertible PT Cruiser. We pulled out of the driveway and hit the gas, the car died. So, we had to bring her car to the dealership and go in my car, which I hadn't prepared for travel.
The beach was nice, very relaxing. However, after getting there on Saturday we noticed there was a lot of construction. Monday came and the noise of construction began all around us. Also, the gulf water in Pensacola beach was very rough and red-flagged. So, we couldn't go in the water.
When I got back home, my mom informed me that my dog, Milo, had died. He had been sick, but I didn't expect him to die this soon.
My birthday went all but unnoticed. I didn't receive a cake. I got a couple of presents and cards and phone calls, but I didn't get what I expected for a 40th birthday, not even any black balloons or signs.
To top off this vacation week, my neighbor's boyfriend crashed his motor bike in front of my house. I called 911, but he got up and left on his bike and 911 wouldn't come out. He was gushing blood from his head wound and I ended up covered in blood and a nervous wreck.
I'm never going on vacation again.