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Blew A Gasket

See the pretty truck in this picture? With the pretty blond inside of said truck?

The blond is fine, but the truck is DOA. It appears that the head gasket has blown. We are not in a position to do anything about it. Yay us!

Now there's the problem of how to get The Teenagers To Seminary, School, College, Work, etc. School starts next Tuesday.

....Happy New Year to meeeeeeeeee.....Happy New Year to meeeeeeeeeee......

Ah yes. 2007 is looking like fun already!

Edit: After much consideration I've realized that there is a higher purpose to this whole thing. The demise of the truck is God's way of keeping my daughter from driving over to her boyfriend's house. He does work in mysterious ways, doncha think?


  1. Anonymous8:11 AM

    fn here.....
    well there you go! i feel your relief, mom.
    i just hope shes nothing like mine was at that age. no particular reason, just generally. nobody needs that.
    YB says that once the head gasket is replaced, do a full engine flush before you drive it again because theres almost certainly chunks in there now. chunks of what i dont know. all that automotive stuff eet ees a meesteree to mee.

  2. Happy New Year to you, sweet Pammy. You deserve one!

  3. Don't ya just love it when a plan comes together?

  4. Howdy. Figured I'd crawl out of my newly-dug hole as a corportae drone and middle age student to wish you and your family the best of new years after a rather questionable old one.

    Seems you were the first to start slumming at my blog, according to my archive, and I want to thank you for that. For some bizarre reason, I've kept on even when being irregular and infrequent.

    See you in the new year.


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