Rick ran out to get some ice to make smoothies at like 10.30p or whatever and just called to tell me that my H^&T#J()UD)*&#^$^*#(&)&^ car died – like just shut off while he was driving. That it smells like gas, looks like there is a puddle of gas under the car, and that it sounds like gas is pouring out of the engine as he is trying to start it (and I had 3/4 of a tank of $4.50/gallon of gas in there).
Out.Stand.Ing.
He is about two miles from our house. With the dog. Mallory is asleep. So was I.
Have I mentioned that I HATE my car?
So since I’m up, waiting for him to call me back and tell me what the tow company said and whether I need to come get him or not, I figure I’ll leave you with this video from Sunday. Perhaps we can accelerate Mallory’s eligibility and get her on the field against Wisconsin?
Please ignore my disaster-looking of a house in the background. I have no excuse other than I just didn’t clean up the kid toys & dog toys before pulling out the video camera.