Thanks, Dodge

I must had it to the people at Dodge. Yesterday, John came to pick me up and informs me that my 6 month old car's check engine light has come on. Huh? What?

So I make an appointment at our local Dodge dealer's service department. Turns out that I have a bad oxygen sensor on my car. But this was the first time I have ever had to have a new car serviced. Despite the inconvenience, it was pretty nice to hear, "I am so sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am. We will take care of it." I kind of like this whole not having to pay for repairs sort of thing.

The Carnival Ride

Picture clowns and cotton candy and calliope music. No we did not go to the fair. Or carnival, or amusement park, for that matter. I am speaking of my husband's car. Yes, my husband's, since I bought the new one.

Here is how this went down: I was on the way home from work in the piece of crappola. It started suddenly pulling to the side and bouncing and doing all sorts of weird stuff, so I pulled over, thinking I had a blow out. Nope, the tires were all fine. So I finish the drive home, and that was the day I went and looked at the Caliber. John has continued to drive the little Kia, as most of his driving is minor stuff compared to mine.

I'm not sure how it happened because we have since then been driving the Caliber for the things we do together as a family, but somehow, Evan rode in the Kia with John. I must have been at work with the new car or something, but anyhow...

Evan told me yesterday as we were getting ready to eat dinner about his ride in Daddy's car.

"Mommy, It was like being on a RIDE at the FAIR!" I choked on my Diet Mt. Dew, and fought back the laughter while he explained just how much fun it is to ride in Daddy's car.

So now I am going to have to take the Kia to be diagnosed. Once it is fixed, and it is no longer fun to ride in, Evan will be so disappointed.

New Car

This is what I bought. And it took a small fortune to fill the tank, so I am regretting my decision. I love the way it rides though. I am just used to very small cars. So there is a funny story to go along with this. The day after I bought the SUV, I went to fill up. Well I wasn't sure which side the gas tank was on, so I stopped and looked. Okay, passenger side. No biggie. So I head to the gas station. And it is packed. There is one space empty, so I maneuver the enormous thing around, and start to pull in. But I cannot see where I am in relation to the pump. I started to back up and reposition the car, but then though "What the hell, I am going to take out a gas pump." So I just left. John wasn't home, so I begged my neighbor, Jon, to go and get some gas in my car. Yes, I am a dork.