There are times when I feel that being a female just stinks. When I realize that baking cookies or making a skirt in home economics class did not prepare me for the real world. This feeling was with me very strongly tonight as I was scooting underneath my van, in a parking lot, looking for some hose or lack of hose that was causing my coolant to spew out at alarming speeds. I tried so hard to play mechanic and not shudder at the fact that my back and hair was laying on the blacktop where thousands of feet have trod and who knows how many people had spit. But it is time to face the facts, I am not schooled in auto mechanics. I ended up after 45 minutes of instructions from D on how to tell what the problem was, just calling a tow truck. To watch that blasted van get towed away was well worth the $95. It’s now sitting at the garage and I hope it is feeling very bad for betraying me in the worst possible neighborhood at 10pm. I would have been more terrified if not for the 2nd Amendment. I remembered to get all the keys out of the van, the car seats…but not until I was halfway to the account I had to clean, did I remember that I had forgotten the garage door opener. This is my only way into the house! That’s about par for the course. So I hurriedly called the tow truck and got a hold of him just as he was dropping the van off. He left the hatch open for me to climb in and get my opener out. I’m finally home and have all the gravel picked out of my hair, but there is some kind of funky car grease under my nails that Vanilla scented luxury soap just won’t remove. *insert gigantic female sigh here*

We were supposed to go see D’s brother tomorrow and help him out, but I don’t know what we are going to do with the van in the shop. It’s not shaping up to be a very good weekend.

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