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It's about time!

Yes! they think they might know what's wrong with my bus. It stalled about 10 times on me yesterday...while cruising right along...raising my anxiety levels like you wouldn't believe. They think it's the fuel pump. $700...not including labor...maybe it'll get fixed this weekend! Here's hoping!

Home group is a pizza party tonight. Whoohoo!!! [note the sarcasm]

And the morning kids go to the library tomorrow and hopefully I'm the one that gets to drive them there. That'll be nice.

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Jean-Luc Picard said…
You DEFINATELY should have got them out to push!
Trée said…
Ciera, I just noticed your avvy. I used that Helix in one of my images a couple weeks ago. Small world. :-)
... Paige said…
Glad they "think" they know what is wrong & sure hope they fix it. Jean Luc, would you really make those little darhlins push? I don't think so. After all it is all up hill in the knee deep snow!
Cliff said…
Paige, he doesn't remember what that is like. He's been flying starships around the galaxy for years. He probably doesn't even remember what it's like to be on planet Earth anymore. but alas, someone has to save us from the Borg.
Ciera said…
Jean-Luc is merely refering to a conversation he and I had about a comment my boss had made about saving fuel for the bus.

Trée - thanks!

Paige - so glad you found the poem site. Thanks for the gold star!!
Shelley said…
The bus stalling like that mid-flight would have scared the crap right out of me. Hopefully it'll be fixed soon! Have a super weekend!
Ciera said…
Shelly - I'm quite certain I've gotten a few new gray hairs because of it!!! I learned real quick how to throw the bus in neutral and restart it without having to actually stop...
Anonymous said…
Ciera, you're so brave to drive a school bus, especially in snow. That sounds like such a nerve wracking job. I would have an anxiety attack if it started having mechanical problems. I hope you are having a wonderful trip.

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