Changing Plugs or How Ky Will Be Framed for My Murder

I had a truly craptacular day yesterday.
Stupid, silly me did not deal with getting my plug replaced for my block heater when the weather was nice. Yesterday my car barely started and I didn't want to wreck my car battery so I had to deal with it. (Please note that I was tired and not feeling well).
First I made some phone calls to find a garage where I could work. Either people were not home or not available. It was still daylight so I decided to take my chances to work on it outside. After buying the necessary materials and receiving specific instructions from my dad, I bundled up and got to work.
The old plug was impossible to remove. The screws and wires were pretty rusted so I eventually just cut the cord above the plug. My dad told me that there will be insulated wires coloured white, black and green, however there was only green so this confused me. After many phone calls back and forth I finally was able to get back to work again.
The insulation was striped away and I was ready to attach the wires when I discovered that I had not exposed enough of the wires. It about -33C with the windchill and the insulation was very difficult to cut. My utility knife slipped and I cut my finger pretty badly. I ran inside, put on a band aid and then finished removing the insulation. As I was screwing a wire tight, I realized that the inside of my mitten was completely wet. I took it off and my entire hand was cover in blood. I ran inside, cleaned off my hand and waited for the bleeding to stop before going back out again.
Returning to my work, I discovered I had attached the wrong wire to the wrong screw (it was getting dark). I had to undo my work and start over again. I tried to start over again but my hands were so cold I couldn't do anything. I went back inside and tried to make some more calls again to see if I could find a garage. I still could not get a hold of anyone so I went back out to finish the job with a flashlight. With the flashlight I saw that one of the wires had been cut through so I was going to have to start all over again. Do you know what does not help when you are working outside in the cold? Huge crocodile tears rolling down your face. I went inside to calm down and warm up. By the time I went back outside, my landlord came home and he let me use his garage. He even helped me to put the plug on.
I was very confused when I got inside and there was red paint all over my screwdriver. I looked closer and realized it was bloody fingerprints. Good thing the light was dim in the garage or my landlord would have noticed he was using a bloody screwdriver.

***Note: The reason Ky would be framed for my murder is she can seem suspicious even if she didn't do anything.