Hubby and I decided to make the trek to visit my grandparents this weekend. They currently are staying in Palm Springs, which is, as my grandfather puts is, heaven's waiting room. I get the feeling this must be what a lot of Florida looks like, but they at least have a beach. Granted, it's quite ritzy here, and there are a lot of fun things to do.
So, on the way down here, just as we were trying to leave LA, our car died. On the freeway. Totally dead. With lots of cars whizzing past and a giant semi bearing down on us. I'll admit it, I screamed. (Have you ever seen the movie Clueless? You know the part where the MC's best friend is learning to drive in LA, and she accidentally gets in the freeway? Everyone is driving like they just got out of a mental hospital. Sad, and very true of LA traffic.) Anyhow, after coasting to the side of the road, the car thankfully started right back up. So far, nothing else has happened, and every mechanic we've taken it to (about five so far) has said there is nothing we can do until it breaks down again. Yiippee! So, tomorrow we start the nine hour trek back home, newly purchased AAA towing insurance in the back, and pray we make it. Ahhh, it's always an adventure.