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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?

Comments

  1. Unknown9:53 PM

    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.

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  2. Unknown8:30 AM

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

    ReplyDelete
  3. Unknown8:55 AM

    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.

    ReplyDelete

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