We had an Ozarks Romance Authors meeting on Saturday. This year I'll be serving as the webmistress (I like it, sounds a little dirty) and the vice president. A big step for someone as goofy as I am, but I'll do my best or die trying. Well, maybe not die... Hells, I might be even good at it.
The fan motor burned up in my car. It was not doing well. Saturday after the meeting, husband and I are on our way to get a fan motor. We're four miles from the auto parts store and his truck goes "bluh!" We are stranded. On the side of the road. For two hours.
|With nothing to look at but the hood|
and a selection of ancient magazines
I've already thumbed through.
We get the battery fixed. We go home. We are planning a trip to Roaring River when... the truck dies. We are stranded. On the side of the road. For two hours.
|With landscapes like this. Ooo, a dead tree. That's not unusual.|
We were fortunate enough to be across the road from a McDonald's. Here is our saving grace, the shining beacon of hope in a long day of sitting.
|Can you hear the angels singing?|