Horse and buggy, please!

Cars suck!

I know that is strong language to use. Curtis has been trying to break me of my dirty little habit for years, but I can't hold it in any longer.

I wish we could do away with them altogether and go back to simpler times. No leaky, oily, mystery substance on the drive way, no heart palpitations in the middle of the night as you stress about what the problem may be, and the dollar signs that accompany said problem.

I like horses. Alot. Grew up with them. But somehow I don't think they make a horse that can seat 7 people. We'd need a buggy. That would be perfect, until it came time to hitch and unhitch the horse(s). And those flimsy wooden wheels don't seem to be very reliable. And it is awfully hot here.

hmmm.

Cars suck!

So, our white car (bless it's little heart) has so many problems. We are just baby-ing it along hoping it will last for Hallie to drive (gasp!) in another year and a half. It's in the process of getting a new radiator. We'll keep our fingers crossed that the problems don't grow.

And our van, #%^@#@! van, is throwing fits, too. I've spent four different days in the last two weeks sitting at the dealership (with two cranky kids) trying to resolve it's issue. And wouldn't you know, not 24 hours after picking it up, the darn check engine light came on again! I've about had it. I'm going to stop going anywhere that involves driving because I don't want anymore problems to arise.

There are people that stay in their houses for years and years, never coming out except to crack the door open for their 136 cats to get in and out.

That's me.

I'm gonna be Crazy Cat Lady, without the cats.

Don't expect me to show up to anything from here on out.

Except those darn "Messiah" rehearsals.
And church.
And school functions.
And....crap.

Cars suck!