Weekend...

This weekend was no ordinary one to say the least.  

It started out pretty good with having great friends over on Friday and enjoying the whole afternoon with yummy food, laughter and good ole' hanging out with each other.  A fabulous way to start the weekend in my book.

Then the evening came.  Glenn came home saying "something is wrong with the truck".  Fabulous!  Just what anyone would want to hear.  After a long phone call with my brother-in-law who is a master mechanic and who can figure out exactly what is wrong with your vehicle just by asking a few questions and listening to the absolutely moronic sounds that you can make while trying to explain what is going on with your vehicle (he's never been wrong so far), he came up with one of two things.  Battery or alternator.  Fabulous again!  Especially since my most talented brother-in-law lives a 1200 miles away from us.  (Note to self, I must convince him to move near us one day.)  Dollar signs were running through my head and made me sicker than a dog so I went to bed early.

The next day after debating if we should go to the mechanics on Monday, I decided I can do it myself.  And save a lot of money.  So one battery changed and still having problems, the alternator was bought at the parts store with minutes to spare before closing.  More phone calls were made to my fabulous brother-in-law to go through the run down on how to tackle the alternator.  The next day the alternator was changed with a wee bit of help of a mighty nice friend (who helps with all our (my) weird projects around here) in less than 30 minutes.  Next time I'm doing it all by myself, serious.  Piece of cake!  I'm not even waiting for Glenn to get home.

So now that all of the necessary things have been completed on this fine and wonderful Monday (dinner is even complete), I will be hunkering down in my craft room so that I can start working with this wonderful stack of fabric that has been staring at me for a whole month now.  I think it's time well deserved.

And yes, I am tooting my own horn.  I know my Dad is looking down at me right now with the biggest smile on his face.  Heck, I'm pretty pleased with myself  at the moment.

Toot Toot!!!!

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