Quote of the Day



So, we get up this morning, all organized and prepared for our day trip to Children's Hospital for Chickadee's annual leg x-rays. We try not to stress out too much about the malfunctioning fridge sitting in the kitchen; we take comfort in the fact that our nice friends dropped off a used spare fridge a couple of weeks ago and that the same friend (we hope) will give us wise fridge-repair advice this evening.

However, my cheerful resolve wafted away a mere hour or two later, as steam billowed out from under the hood, so much steam in fact, that passers-by phoned 9-1-1 to report a car on fire. The engine light was on, the temperature gauge was maxed out, and the engine died right as I pulled off to the side of the road.

I am so weary of crises.

A very nice state trooper came by. The Department of Transportation dropped by. The Fire Department dropped by. A big yellow tow truck came by and towed us to the mechanics (40 miles) and took us to Gma & Gpas.

Wha-wha-wha poor me.


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