Several months ago, I wrote about how Dave and I are not car genuises. We've had to call a tow truck twice and both times all our car needed was a jump. The tow truck driver - the SAME tow truck driver, I might add - actually shook his head in disbelief the second time we called him and probably laughed hysterically the whole way back to the shop.
I am writing this post to redeem our reputations as car idiots. We are not as idiotic as we thought.
The original problem was that when I turned the key, all kinds of clicks and beeps sounded and I felt like I was in an alien movie. We thought that the battery had died because the boys had gotten in and played around with the controls.
Not so much. It's happened about three times since then. One time, Dave just let the car sit for a few minutes and then it started up fine. Another time, I just took another car and we jumped the car using a portable car jumper thingy machine, courtesy of the inlaws.
Finally, Dave had had enough and decided he was taking it to the dealership to find out what the issue was once and for all. I fully expected them to tell us nothing was wrong and to stop letting our kids get into the car and push buttons. Nope. Actually, the battery had been leaking acid from the positive side for a while.
We are not idiots.
Our battery is an idiot.
Thank you very much. That's all I have to say.
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