This evening I ran out to do one quick errand. But half way up the road, I hear what sounds like a metal somethingoranother under my car. So I pull into the first available parking lot - at a funeral home. Fitting. Turn off the car, get out of the car, get on the ground on all fours to peer under the car. I see a pipe thingy dangling from the front center and fluid of some sort leaking out. Hmmm, that's probably not good, right?

I called my Daddy-o and thank goodness he answered his cell phone. It's not a guarantee he will have it on him. But he did, thankfully! So he came to my rescue as usual. He told me what he thought it was, but of course I don't remember. I am soooo not a car person. I don't know what parts are called or what they do or how to fix things. I know how to call a male and have him figure it out for me. I am a rather self-sufficient person - I own a drill and know how to use it, baby. But when it come to cars, I know nothing! And I am sad to say that I have zero interest in learning.

He drove my car home and I followed behind in his truck. Half way home, the dangling metal pipe part thingy fell off. So I am trying to wave my arms and dig in my bag for my phone to tell him. He concluded that we should just let it go and not worry about it. I certainly hope it wasn't important!!

So I have a zillion and one things to do in the next two days before I leave for Hometown again and they all require use of my car. It is also sooo not in the budget this month (or any month really) for expensive car parts and fixing car parts situations. So please cross your finger or say a little prayer that this issue is easily resolved tomorrow morning. What do you think the chances are that the car fixing people will tell me that the car is just fine and I didn't need it in the first place? I know, I know....slim to none. But a girl can hope, right?!