So, I am the type woman who gets physically ill when I think about having to do things, simple things, with my car. Oil changes give me palpitations. Why, I do not know! I get so nerved up at the prospect of having to deal with mechanics and people finding things wrong with the car that I just get totally worked up and find myself bent over the toilet bowl. If I could change one thing about my husband and one thing only, it would be that he would have the ability to deal with our car maintenance issues. Seriously.
So in December, I felt like we needed new brakes. I put it off because we really didn’t have the money to fix them, but over the past week, I’ve felt like the time was nigh: I’d been hearing squealing and grinding and I knew I was going to have to take action. I’ve been reluctant to go too many places because I just didn’t want to risk it on bad brakes. I even skipped choir practice last night.
So this morning, I steeled myself up, spent about 45 minutes in the bathroom (TMI, I know!), and finally gathered up my girl and we headed off to Midas. I was praying the whole way, and once I got there, I started estimating how much it might cost.
Because, you see, we are taking bids on repairs to our home. We got a nice tax return this year, and finally will be able to finish fixing up the outside of the house a little bit—I’ve hired a tree man to rip out our manky shrubs, and have gotten bids on painting. The big bid will come in on Saturday when I get estimates on the doors and shutters.
But I was putting all that on hold due to car repairs.
Because remember how we got home from Atlanta and found ourselves a flat tire? Yeah, we are STILL running on Fix-a-Flat. And the other rear tire went flat, and THAT one is running on Fix-a-Flat. Because I just don’t want to go over to the Firestone dealer.
So anyway, the guy pulled our car in this morning and I could feel my stomach seize up as the car went up on the lift. About 20 minutes later, the mechanic came in and asked if I’d had any trouble with the brakes? I said I’d heard squeaking and grinding and he said, “Well, it must be the rain, because your brakes look brand new.”
HOT DOG!!!! I can get the tires fixed! :-) I wanted to be sure because our state inspection is due next month, and I would have fixed the brakes anyway because I don’t want to put my little cupcake at risk. But man is it a good feeling to know that the brakes are A-OK. My guess now is that it’s the bad tires.
Lady Luck is shining down on me this week. Awesome!