You may notice we missed a picture yesterday. Diva took her card out of the camera and all my cards are still in a bin from re-doing the living room. Guess I need to get on that. You may also notice that there may not be a starter in this picture. In truth, I have no idea where the starter in a vehicle might be. But I know it’s under the hood, so….ahem, there ya go.
There is a funny story behind this picture. Yesterday, I met Guitar Guy to pick up church keys, because I was the only member of the praise team who planned to be on time and could pick up the keys. But when I get ready to leave his work to head to the church, my van would not start. So much for being on time. We were both late, as he drove me to the parts store for two different starter relays, neither of which corrected the problem.
Why do I feel like such a constant pain in the butt? Seriously, seems like every time I turn around, I am needing someone to help me solve a problem. Pretty soon I’ll have to do like the lepers used to and go around chanting “unclean, unclean” only my words will be “pain in the a$$, pain in the a$$”. And how do you pronounce the dollar sign, anyway?