This was the view from my bedroom window this morning at 08:02 when Mr. Kat called to say his car had given up the ghost about 2 miles from the house. At least it’s pretty, yes?
As in broke down or as in couldn’t make it any further in the snow/slush? I hope it was the latter. Are the pups enjoying the snow?
As in “the car that was already having mysterious problems literally stopped running while in motion and rolled, dead, to the side of the road.” if it’s another fuel pump problem we’ll probably just buy a new car since they cost 1/2 the car’s value to replace at the moment.
Why don’t they ever break on a bright, sunny, warm afternoon a block from the house?
They do, but one never remembers those.
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