Then we went on a walk and enjoyed playing at the park because it was 59 degrees today!!! What in the world? I think that on Wednesday I saw 5 degrees on the thermometer. Anyway, we got back and I vacuumed and washed my poor little car, neglected by me and despised by Wayne and Tyler.
Then, Wayne helped me to complete a project that I should have taken care of long ago. First you need the back story, which is actually an embarassing ... event. I really don't remember how long ago this happened, but I think it was last summer?? With my memory, who knows? It could have been the summer before. Yikes!
One afternoon, as I pulled out of our driveway, I noticed a big puddle of orangish-pinkish liquid on the end of the driveway that my car had emitted in the mere 5 seconds I paused there to back out. Wayne urged me to call the repair shop and I assured him I would, after my morning meeting. The next morning, I took off for my meeting and as I was turning into the parking lot at work, my car died. No clanking, no warning lights, it just quit. Needless to say, I was panicked! After the meeting, Wayne followed me to the repair shop (mysteriously the car started right up). When I called the shop later and talked to "Bob" to find out what was up, there was a long pause followed by a chuckle. Bob explained that first they checked for leaking fluid, but couldn't find any. They began to pay attention to the sweet smell in the garage. Using their "keen senses," they discover an exploded strawberry daiquiri container under the passenger seat. I was shocked...and embarrassed. (I had bought some frozen concentrate and it must have rolled out of my grocery bag, unbeknownst to me). But, if all that was wrong was a case of disappearing (and exploding) groceries, why did my car stall? Bob explained that "these cars" often have this problem due to topping off the gas too often or letting the gas tank get too low. (I had 1/4 tank that day, for whatever that's worth). Strangely, this sudden stalling has not happened since. But, I'm not complaining...it was just weird. So, I was planning to take the car home that day and clean it out. Did I? No. And it's been nagging at me ever since. So, today Wayne removed the passenger seat for me and I finally cleaned it out. It was surprisingly easy with the seat removed. Yay!! I am so glad that is finally taken care of.
Now, if only I could pop out the dent left by the hit-and-run in the ChuckECheese parking lot...