We played hooky today. Julia didn’t go to school. Or to ballet. I didn’t go to the walking place. We just stayed home. Not because we wanted to, but because we were trapped here.
My van Stella broke down. Again.
After four weeks, three breakdowns and $900, I think she gasped her last breath. (I know my bank account has!)
Aside from Dave’s car, the garden tractor is our most reliable vehicle.
I could make it to Julia’s preschool in four short hours on the garden tractor. And the have your cake and eat it, too part of that arrangement: naturally windblown, sexy hair.