So I drove the five hours home this weekend for the Labor Day vacation. I got to see Bridget and Orrin and Silas (after another 2.h hours in the car!) so that was really nice. I haven't seen them since March so it was nice to see them again. And then I got to spend quality time with my mom and dad for the rest of the weekend. And then I left to return to school on Tuesday. The drive was uneventfull until about 4o miles from my apartment. I stopped to go to the bathroom and when I got back in the car, it would start, but not move. That's right, my car had broken down 4o miles from my final destination. After about 30 phone calls to dad, I called a mechanic who was equally confused by the almost instant breakdown of the car. My car was finally towed to his shop and then after about 1 and a half hours of waiting, he determined that there was something wrong with the transmission. So I was going nowhere fast. My friend recused me from the shop and I finally got to my apartment (after about 3 hours of waiting and about 8 hours after leaving home). So my car is at the shop until mom and dad decide what to do with it. Maybe it will go to SUV heaven.
"I wish is could take credit for this. Oh, I did but the newspaper."-Peggy Hill
"This isn't my fault. Mom did buy the newspaper. Eww, and I'm as mad at her as you are!"-Bobby Hill
"To the 'Flowers of Time!"-Bobby Hill.
3 comments:
Oh my poor little Catherine! Trey was chatting over Skype with Dad while he was on the phone to the mechanic. I felt so bad that you were stranded.
I heard Mom and Dad are bringing you our old Blazer. Hope you have better luck with it.
Me too...
"Hey, where's next post? What is taking so long?" - Catherine Maddox, on her sister's blog.
Let us know how you're doing - this post is too sad to be the last we've heard of you!
Love you, Mom
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