Good morning, y’all. It was Prom Night in Monroe last night. There were fancy-dressed girls in the Target, and I saw some going into the Petsmart. I can understand the Target - need to replace their stockings, or suddenly couldn’t stand their earrings - but the Petsmart? “Hey, since we’re in the area, let’s get a few dozen crickets and a batch of frozen mice on the way to the prom!”
We stopped for gas on the way home, and then the van wouldn’t start! AAA said it would be *3 hours* for a service. There was a Subway shop in the gas station, so I bought Vlad a cookie, and fortunately James and Pat had stayed home with Anoreth. They were worn out after their yardwork. Some young men in a great big 4WD truck jumped the van after about 20 minutes, and we got home by 9:00.
Something loose in the electrical system, we think. We’ll have to take the truck and the Purple Thing to Mass today, and DP can take the van to the shop tomorrow; neighbor can jump it, if necessary. Sometimes it starts!
Maybe the girls that went into Petsmart were going to pick up their dates... *sorry*
It’s good that someone helped you get the van started. It could be something as simple as corroded battery posts or a loose connection. I hate when that happens, though! I always have cables, but there isn’t always someone to jump the truck! Thankfully, it’s only happened once. :knock on wood:
It’s going to be windy again today, but by 9:00 or 10:00, I’ll shut the windows and door and close the kitchen blinds to try and keep the place cooler when we get the “high” of 83.
For some Petsmart is where smart young ladies pick fashion accessories.