I got off the air this morning after the show was over and called JB like normal to see how they were all doing. He was at the tire store-center-place. On the way to Nona's house, they got a flat tire! My big stud changed it there on the side of the road. Max could watch from his car seat and thought it was pretty cool. I would have panicked, called JB, called my dad, all of my brothers, my older sister (I don't care if they are in other citites and states) and Triple-A in tears: "What do I do? Help me!" I really have to learn how to handle a situation like that. By the way that's not a picture of it, but I figure a picture spices up a blog post. Thank you Google.This caps a week of car fixin'. We had our brake pads replaced on both our Subarus. But I love having our cars. They are an 03 and 05. My first car was a 91 Volvo, and one of my favorite memories now (scary at the time) was when I was driving in the rain at night with my friend Autumn and the windshield wipers started going haywire. They ended up crossing in the middle. She hung out the window and uncrossed them. I sold that car to a mechanic who works nearby, and I often see it, still with my BYU Alumni license plate holder on the back.
2 comments:
Mary, I hear you! I'm having car trauma today and looked at your blog hoping to get a smile - I just love how you put things. My car just got towed, hopefully they'll call soon to let us know what's wrong and then the real fun begins. I hope this flat tire was the end of your car woes!
I can't believe you don't have a Volvo anymore! And I totally relate to your car problems. My car is a '98, and with almost 160k miles on it, it seems like i hear a new (not normal) noise just about every week.
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