*suddenly revisiting childhood, and wonder woman wanna-be tendencies*
I'm seriously ready to throw my car out the window, again!
*growl*
Either that, or a need to get/find me a man. 'cause poor torsten & jonathan have been pulling double-duty! tor's barely back from belize and i've got him venturing out in the semi-early morn to jump my car... meanwhile i've taken on jonathan as my own private mechanic/car-concern-consultant. *wiping sweat from brow* sheesh! you'd think i could lay off for a bit... but *all sassy* no!
yesterday, as i'm already running late for church, i come to find my beloved vehicle *had odd urges to call it "my precious", shudders* wouldn't even turn over. growling, then quickly racking my brain for options, I called up canela/tommy who were up at my 'rents eating breakrast. Tom came to my rescue, and got me to church just in the nick of time...
alas, after church, as i went to repark my vehicle, that was otherwise blocking in two others, the discovery was the same... *screaming inside head* i rolled the revolting automobile down the hill of the parking lot, with no ability to steer, right down into a 'reserved for seniors' spot. there my blessed car sat for the afternoon, while i went off to avoid the issue with jonathan. when we returned he played mechanic for a moment, jumped the battery, & even switched my heat to cold air. w00t!
however, as you may have guessed by now, this morning the car acquired a new nickname, 'the little subaru that couldn't...' *heavy sigh* oh my! *best chandler impression* "could it be any worse!?"
bought a new battery... at a hefty price that had both boys responding with an, "ouch!" that's encouraging, huh!? *shaking head* now i'm almost ready for san diego... if not merely for the chance to get away from all of this for a moment!
