Friday the 13th

While I was in Philly, this was Michelle’s day.

The truck would not start this morning. She called a friend of ours who is pretty sure the starter is shot. The starter should not die in a 05 Durango. The shop can’t even look at until tomorrow – so the horse show for Saturday is a no-go.

The grease drip pan on our electric skillet shattered when she was cleaning it.

She stepped in gum.

That’s 3 – so I guess I’m safe.