While the boyz were napping at home they probably didn't realize that I was out on a freeway where the clutch of my car gave out. So as they snuggled together, I got to roll my car out of danger's way, call a tow truck and have the car hauled off to a repair shop. Oh and then I had to get a rental car to get home.
The boyz may have slept through all this but they may pay more attention when the cost of a new clutch means none of us will be eating for um, twenty five years or so.
Oh my gosh, breaking down on the freeway is one of my Mommie's biggest fears!
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