This has been my last 24-hours:
1. Get really frustrated that car won't start.
2. Have husband leave work to come try jump-starting the car.
3. Determine that this is not the work of a dead battery.
4. Pray hard that the car you are about to sell doesn't need a new starter.
5. Arrange for a tow truck.
6. Have mechanic arrive, only to put the car in Park, and start it right up.
7. Do a forehead plant, and sheepishly sign the paperwork.
8. Thank the Lord that you didn't actually have to shell out the money for a new starter.
9. Flick offending teenager in the back of the head.
Oy vey.
I remain grateful for small blessings.
Like mechanics that don't make fun of you to your face. What he said once back in the solitude of his truck, however, I really don't want to know.
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We had the same 'issue' a few times while I was there. :)
I am SOOO not laughing... only because I once did this myself... sometimes that stupid thing just doesn't settle all the way into Park...
I think I did that once or twice. Miss you guys.
BAHAHA! That's hilarious.
Hi! We just read about your hubby's promotion in the Y Magazine! Congrats!
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