Your Monday Pantry Confessions are killing me.
Rylie’s 2011 Valentines
Curt’s message to me
My gift to Curt
(varsity sweater, in navy) Which 1. looks fabulous on him, 2. is perfect for the Dornan Christmas party next year, 3. is hella warm, and 4. received the response, “Thanks. [pause] You don’t really expect me to wear this, do you?”
I cannot win with this man. I get to try again next week for his birthday. Wish me luck.
Now, Monday’s Mystery photo:
It’s an IDLER PULLEY. It’s a very broken idler pulley. It’s a pulley that caused my Subaru to implode Saturday night while 15 minutes into a 65 minute drive home from Dutch Town. Fortunately, we were all together and I didn’t cry. Unfortunately, I was driving at the time and drove the car off the road, down an exit ramp, and onto the sketchy-ist stretch of 28th Street (between Wilson and Eastern, for you locals).
We turned everything electrical OFF to save power, knowing it was only a matter of time before we were dead in the water. No radio. No heat. No lights. Did I mention it was 9:30pm? It was. SKETCH.
We made it all the way down 28th to Eastern (a looooong stretch of lights and strip malls), rolled through a red arrow to take a left turn and pulled into our friends’ driveway in Alger Heights… where it died. Rylie said, “Off.” Yes. Off. God Bless America. Nate drove us all home and Curt fixed the car Monday night. I love that man. Someone buy him a varsity sweater.
The legitimate question is, wasn’t there any warning? You don’t lose an idler pulley (and serpentine belt) without some warning. And, yes. There was warning. I had been hearing a faint revving sound for maybe a week, but it was extrmemly similar to what it sounds like when you have snow in your wheel wells. And, it’s Winter here. So, I missed the signs. I MISSED THE SIGNS. And, as pennace, the kiddos and I stayed home on Monday with no escape. I paid my price.
Someone buy ME a varsity sweater.