This Thursday went along as most; breakfast, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Stroller Strides class at Chastain Park. Leaving the park, I realized my car won't start. This realization lead to some angry muttering and possibly a single curse word which I am sure will later be repeated.
The next 2 hours went something like this: Call John, blah blah blah, wait, wait, wait...TOW TRUCK COMES!
Of course this was the highlight of Hollis's day, maybe week. He has been recovering from the trauma by towing all his bike, wagon and trucks to the shop because they won't start. Don't worry, no cursing...yet.
Mommy didn't handle it so well...
Why, yes that is the pan of brownies that I finished off. Does it count that they were made with whole wheat flour and flax meal? No, I didn't think so either.
The car is fine by the way...How was your Thursday?
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I probably would've done the same thing!! However, you're famous whoopie pies would have made me feel a whole lot better, but whatever treats are around will usually do...
At least Hollis got new adventure. I real live tow truck! Bet this doesn't happen in G-dad's Snazzy new car!
P.S. I see nothing wrong with comfort food-- it is cheaper than therapy!
I didn't know we had so much in common except the dessert business. I'm sure that I would have used more than one expletive. I'm afraid that is where John got his from. Not proud, just confessing. I wouldn't mind trying those brownies either.
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