So, I'm sitting at home waiting for a tow truck to pick up our sad little car and take it to the shop. It died Tuesday when my husband was on his way to work. If it's the timing belt, as he suspects, it's going to cost a little over $700 to fix. We don't have it, so I'll probably have to get a payroll advance from work. This is how things are, and I'm grateful that I can count on my boss to help us out on this.
Our dogs are confused that I'm still here, so they're watching out the window expectantly, waiting for something to happen. They'll go ballistic when the truck gets here.
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