Car T-r-o-o-u-b-l-e

Once upon a time,

the Hubs and I had to send our car into the shop.

Because it was

shaking

and quaking

and carrying on.


When the shop called to tell us how much we owed them,

a Caribbean vacation flashed before my eyes

Along with new carpet and curtains

And Newbie's college education

And a nanny for Opie.


Then I went and sat in a corner

to cry

and call my mom

and suck my thumb

and to find my happy place where there are

Oreo blizzards

and 70 degree temperatures

and no such thing as shaking, quaking cars and the bills required to fix them.


[snap snap snap]