Our clutch has died. So, while we still have a car, it no longer moves. Ok, that's not true. It still rolls when parked on a slant or while being pushed. But it is unable to move of it's own volition at this point.
It's going to cost us $300 (including parts and labor) to have a friend fix it.
So I'm asking for money. Sorry. I don't have much pride left but this doesn't get any easier each time.
Wanna hear a great story? Do ya? Someone very graciously gave us tickets to see a Broadway show in town tonight. We could never have afforded to go. Now we can't get there. Grrrr....
I'm choosing joy. So are Belle & Kristin. We're actually laughing about this. It's kind of a strange laugh. One that you might hear down the hall in a mental asylum.