On Thursday, Chelle picked me up to go to grandma and grandpa's house... but a little something got in our way...
"Oh no, we're stopping." At first I thought a cop had stopped her for her reckless driving habits, but actually the old junker just quit. We pulled off as far as we could to the side of the highway (the HIGHWAY, no less!) and Chelle tried to get through to my mom (since we were only about 100 yards away from the entrance ramp from Williamston). Good thing our phones are down (which none of us knew). Chelle got through on my mom's cell, though. Then, she called her dad who told us to turn it off. The car's temperature was rising, the battery light was on, apparently there was no oil left, and she needed gas. But that wasnt the real problem.
We didnt really know what the real problem was until 45 minutes later when the tow truck guy and Uncle Don came. (Matt Cutcher saved our lives, Chelle has a low tolerance for scary situations and so we passed the time with the random Statistics and Facts book he got me for Christmas). Every time a semi-truck passed us at about 60 or 70 mph, the little red blazer shook and trembled- so did Michelle.
Anyway we got out alive, actually I thought it was rather exhilirating. We got to grandma's house and just chilled for a bit, then went to the store to get some fabric for grandma and suncatcher kits to ease our boredom. We stopped at Wendy's (because by now we were STARVING) and then went home to paint the little suncatchers. Then we watched Its A Wonderful Life and part of The Nutcracker, then off to bed.
In the morning we had a huge breakfast, then went to run some errands with grandpa. We came back, made peanut butter fudge, then went to Los Gringos for lunch. Then grandpa took us home.
Fun fun fun fun fun.
Lazy vacation days... yes. I can hardly wait for tonight... I'll go right back to grandma and grandpa's for the Christmas Eve thing... anyway...
I guess that's it.