Murphy

I think someone moved in as soon as Rick left for Alabama. His name is Murphy. You know the guy. Yesterday I noticed the ABS light on in my car, and that it was driving a bit stiffer than usual. Today, after discussing it with friends at work, I thought maybe some snow or ice had gotten stuck in the brakes, so I ran through the car wash on my way home. Half way home, on the highway mind you, the stearing wheel started jumping all over the place. I could hardly stay on the road. I limped along to the nearest DOT lot and called a friend that I knew has Tuesday's off. (Thanks Patty!) I then dug out my Mercury Roadside Assistance card and sat on hold for about 5 minutes only to then learn that my roadside assistance expired on January 31. I'm sure it was Murphy that answered the phone. Patty picked me up, then stopped so I could get Maggie, then even got Emily from dance for me later. I owe her big.

I got home and looked all over for Dan's spare key. It's usually hanging by the back door. When I walked out to get the mail I spotted it on his front passenger seat. Sweet! Guess what? I think Murphy locked the doors. I finally got ahold of the boys down south (they were at the casino today). I got Mark's number for the spare key, and the number of our mechanic.

Hopefully ol' Murphy has had his fun and will leave me alone for a while.