What can I say? I'm in love with our van. It's wonderful to have the kids spread out, far enough away that I can ignore them properly and they can't invade on each others personal space. It's a win win situation.
Of course there are a few quirks that will need to be "ironed" out over the next few months as we put the car in tip-top shape. (thank heavens for extra $$ from piano lessons)
But we couldn't have too much good luck flowing our direction. Because that would be unheard of!
On the way home from church the kids and I sweated bullets as we made the 10min ride home in 95 degree heat (+ humidity) without a working a/c. Least to say we were ALL bears by the time we pulled into the garage. With hungry belly's, little one's needing naps and sweaty church clothes...Larry was lucky to not get his head ripped off by momma bear when he pulled up. He graciously ignored my teenage rampage of ANOTHER ISSUE to deal with and let me eat lunch before entering into a heated discussion about the van's broken a/c.
Personally I wasn't looking forward to another LONG drive to the dealership for some "diagnostic" help...but what choice did we have?
So it was settled. This morning I moved the car seats back into my friends car (thankfully I still had it) and sent Larry off to work, planning on picking him up later in the day back in Arlington. Least to say, there was a HUGE frown on my face.
Flashes of "NOT AGAIN", running through my head.
But not 5 mins after he left, Larry called asking...
"Did you play with any of the buttons before you left church?"
(thinking, thinking)
"OH yeah, I pushed the button to circulate the car inside the car instead of breathing nasty, exhaust filled air and then I turned off the 'defroster'. I didn't know why we had that on."
"Rae, it wasn't the defroster button. It was the a/c button. It works fine. I'm currently driving in a very cold car."
"OH! Really? I'm THAT stupid?"
"No! Heck, I'm really, really GLAD it's the button and not the a/c."
He was very gracious for not reaming me. He had every right to. Especially since I'm usually the electronic guru and here I am shouting claims of a broken a/c when it was ME all along. So as of today I don't know who is more embarrassed...
Me for being retarded,
OR
Larry for having to drive a Mom-mobile to work.