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Oh my

So, the repair shop wants over two grand to repair the truck, but they really reccomend going for the five grand (or more) fix, on a vehicle that isn't even worth either price.

I feel quite ill.

Oldest teenage-mutant-driver starts college classes next week and must have a vehicle. Hello rock? Meet hard place.

We need to sell the suburban. I keep mentioning that to hubby. He called me while he was towing the truck with the suburban the other day.

"We HAVE to keep this thing!" I could actually hear the smile in his voice.
"What thing?"
"The suburban, it tows like buttah. It's a dream!"

More like a nightmare, but oh well.

Guess we're going car shopping this weekend.

Update: We have found a better solution. We're selling our children. Bids anyone? Anyone?


  1. I was a little surprised when you would not take my comments as anonymous. Didn't like my comments? The comments were ment to express a different view. A view to consider adopting. Different than the one you have now. I sense now that things are a little "it's my way or the highway"...

    The view to consider is through the eyes of the teenagers.

    Your comments are a little too "Matilda" for me. (the movie)

    I think that once their adults you will question where the time went.

    Notice how anonymous was spelled... Just for you dear....

    Send me an email if you want me to stop commenting on your blog I will honor your request...

    pimpernel, pimpernel, pimpernel...(not scarlet) but anon-yy-mous.

  2. Honestly, I have no earthly idea just who you are.

    I don't know your email. If you're someone that I do know, then why the phony name? Why not just say who you are?

    and if you knew ANYTHING at all about me, you would know that I write tongue in cheek and that I adore my childen. They are the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. I treasure each and every moment I spend with them, and they know that.

    You're more than welcome to comment on my blog, but you may want to understand me a bit more before you make judgements about me and what I write.

  3. Even though you do not believe the words (and I'm clear that you don't) they still hurt.

    Good bye and good luck Dear.

    The words matter. The words matter.


  4. It would certainly be nice if you would let me in on who you are, if you are indeed anyone that I know.

  5. I know that you live in Utah, in Orem specifically.

    While I do know a lot of people in Orem, I'm not certain that I know you.


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