Stuck in the house with no car- day 3

Well, it's been three days without my sweet ride...yeah my mini van. I'm feeling a little shut in. Funny, I normally wouldn't go anywhere anyway, except to my Parents house, but not having the freedom to go when I want to is a bit depressing, no that's the right word... Claustrophobic!

You may wonder where my sweet little mini van is. Well, the Hubby has it. I guess he has to get to work somehow. Normally he takes his car...the Buick we've lovingly coined the Buck (the "i" is missing from the Buick on the front.)

He was headed to work Monday morning and found that he was without breaks. Fortunately, he was able to get the car home without incident. Yeah, pretty scary. It seems like there's a leak in the break line judging from the longgggg streak of fluid that followed the path of his car!

Here lies the problem...I've been watching a lot of documentaries about gangs with Chris and he also got me hooked on Sons of Anarchy.

With all that on my brain, its hard not entertaining the idea that a rival gang cut his break lines in retaliation. Ah, the lines of reality blur so easily with me these days. I'd say its lack of sleep!

So, in the mean time, me and my new best friend the black trash bag are on a rampage. I'm cleaning house! Boxes, crap, boxes and more crap. Why so many boxes? I live with a box hoarder.

Well I've gotta get back to the trash. Please join me for my Blog party Simply Creative tomorrow!