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?
Honestly, I have no earthly idea just who you are.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
It would certainly be nice if you would let me in on who you are, if you are indeed anyone that I know.
ReplyDeleteI know that you live in Utah, in Orem specifically.
ReplyDeleteWhile I do know a lot of people in Orem, I'm not certain that I know you.