It was the perfect start to my day yesterday.
I thought to myself - 'ok, so your car won't start...
All you have to do is unload 2 kids, 2 carseats, 2 lunchboxes, a guitar, and your 2 school bags... in less than 45 seconds, wake up your hunny, hope he's not grumpy, get everything loaded into his car, and you're off...'
See?
NO BIG DEAL.
My car wouldn't start.
The looming thoughts that occur when that happens...
You tend to see $800 invoices floating around in thin air on the days when your car won't start.
You begin thinking about all the phantom things that might be wrong with your car, which, for some reason, has become a bit more of a family member than you realized...
So here's where my story deviates from the usual story line -
My husband fixed it!
All by himself!
I didn't have to spend $800 on a piddely little thing.
He figured it out, fixed it, and I am back in action.
Big hottie in a minivan...
Woo-Hoo!!!

Thanks Babe!
You're amazing!
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