The Wheel of Fortune

The Wheel of Fortune, she does-a-turn, does she not? If you're thinking Pat & Vannah, you've got the wrong wheel.

The Wednesday before we flew to Chattanooga, David's car broke down. He called at 11 p.m. and I had to leave Jake in charge while I went to get him (about an hour or more round-trip). Remember, we had to get up around 5:30 a.m. to make the airport.

We did the whole mini-vacation and came back. Since Monday was President's Day, Jacob was off school. He stayed with Iz while David drove me to work, and then proceeded to spend the next 8 hours attempting to fix the car.

Yes. David.

The guys at my work offered to help, but we were so busy, they could not take longer lunches to go help.

David, covered in dirt and grease from head to toe, took out the alternator and went to an auto parts store where they told him it was fine. He put it back in the car, took the battery out to the same store to get charged. (The battery's less than a year old - something was draining it). He put the charged battery back in the car, drove it to the same auto parts store, where they tested the entire car and said.....the alterator's messed up. *banging head*

My main mechanic agreed to help....only he had to leave out of the country on company business and won't be back until Monday.

We've been using one vehicle since Monday, my Jeep which now smells like onions & pepperoni. Not happy.

Hopefully, my main mechanic at work can work some miracles during his lunch break and we can get the car, which is parked at my work, going again.

BTW, Jake had IZ ALL day. Fed her breakfast & lunch, took her potty several times and kept her occupied. He's so awesome.