I thought I would never say that I am grateful for a repair bill, especially one for $240.00, but today I am. I am a worrier, I hate it, but I am. So, when I woke up to 2 feet of snow outside our bedroom door, I started worrying about Cache's 45 minute commute to work. Well, he wasn't meant to leave because the garage door would not open, not even manually and there was no way for him to get his car out. After some tweaks and some pounding the door was in worse shape that when we started. A repairman had to be called and Cache would be stuck at home to enjoy the continuous snow fall-I secretly rejoiced and my worrying heart relaxed.
Here is one of my happy mom moments from the day, I came into the living room and this is what was there to greet me:
And this is what was in the handle-bar:
This happy mom moment wasn't from today and the picture wasn't taken by me it was taken by Cache at about 11:30 at night, and Peanuthead was fast asleep with this on her head: