And while Dad'n was off playing in the snow in his $700 car from the early 80's that apparently runs just fine, Mommy and boys were waiting for a tow truck AGAIN. In the rain AGAIN.
At this point, Drake thinks that standard operating procedure for any trip outside of Tacoma is to drive MOST of the way there, then call a tow truck. He loves it. Tow trucks are SO cool!
While listening to the You're on Hold Indefinitely Easy Listening tunes that the Tacoma Chrysler Dodge dealer hopes will keep you pacified, I wondered what on earth I had done to deserve this terrible car karma. Is this all because I blew up the engine on mom's wonderfully ugly olive green VW bus (with roadrunner decals and orange plaid seats)? Or is it because of the banana yellow station wagon that ended up in a ditch before I fully mastered the art of looking in one direction while steering in another? Or is it because I told Elan that I really hoped he didn't get towed home from his little adventure to the snow, even though I was secretly pretty sure that he would?
So the question is, how do I ditch this horrible CARma?
Is there a Patron Saint of internal combustion that I can light a candle for? A goddess of Fahrvergnügen that needs to be appeased somehow? Or should I just stick to business as usual so that Drake can continue seeing tow trucks.
On the up side, we did make it to see Santa, which was the goal. Drake liked the tow truck better, but Ewan was pretty impressed with the Big Guy's red outfit.
We stayed in a hotel in Friday Harbor, which Drake liked. After fully exploring the room, he asked, "Mommy, does this house have a yiving room?"
We found Shrek on TV, and I realized that Drake hadn't ever seen commercials before. He kept saying "OH! where did that movie go?" then "what's that kitty cat doing?" or that car, or that man on the phone, or whatever.... then: "OH! that's the same movie we were already watching!!"
Pretty funny.