As awful as it was to bury my father in law, (well, not technically bury since he was cremated and is now in a beautiful urn (or “bucket” as my three year old calls it) but you get the idea) – as awful as it was, at least this didn’t happen.
Overheard at my game: Mom: “You run like a girl!” Daughter: “I can’t help it. It’s in my blood!” Heh.
Something tells me it’s not good when the auto shop calls to ask what color your antifreeze is supposed to be. Especially when they put it in just a few weeks ago (“but we didn’t write it down.”) Update: they called and said they couldn’t find anything wrong, other than it was low on water/fluid/coolant/gatorade. […]