Don't yell at the dinosaur...

....’cause he’s a nice guy. Don’t yell at the dinosaur, ‘cause he’s a nice guy.

So for added amusement, the girls’ fevers haven’t quite broken, and after about 30 minutes of Al screaming, snotting, and upsetting Jenna, I called Adam to see if he’d run home over lunch so I could put the girls in a Cruiser-coma this afternoon.

Time passes.

For over 30 minutes, I dance in front of Jenna, holding Allison, making blue dino sing. Electric slide and side-to-side galloping seem to work best. Then I notice something shinylurch in the driveway. And out of the driveway. And in the driveway. That would be Adam, of course. Appears the transmission may have dropped out of Steve at the bottom of our hill. Or the drivetrain is making a (slow) run for it. Wee!!!!!

The nice folks at Community (where we bought it) are sending a wrecker, and are going to give us a loaner (come on, Town and Country, come on, Town and Country) until it’s fixed. By the way...I can’t push the Cruiser in the driveway in neutral by myself. When I did it before, the snow may have helped. (BRAKE!!! BRAKE DAMMIT BRAKE!!!!!!!)

Ironically, there is a one day “SELLABRATION!!!!!” up there today, that we laughed previously about taking our little “scratch off to see if you’ve won!” ticket up there. If Adam wins another Cruiser, I think I’ll let him off the hook for my birthday for a couple of years =)