My wonderful wife made omelettes this morning. It must be the shredded cheese mix that she uses, because they come out tasting amazing every time. The ham wasn’t overpowering, and it was done to perfection (she calls it “burned”). After taking Hunter to school, picking up Morgan for day care goodness, and picking up a mug of Tim Horton’s crackified coffee, breakfast was a great finish to the start of my day.

I’m not a morning person yet, but I seem to be on my way. And after yesterday, I’m surprised the both of us didn’t just curl up under the covers and tell the day where to shove it.

‘s car has been being worked on for a little bit. It’s the used car “every time you fix something, you discover something more wrong with it” problem. Most of it was fixed, thanks to her awesome brother in law, but he’d gotten a bum part. Bad bolt for the ball joint, to be exact. It was too small, so when we hit a pothole, the bolt slipped, the ball joint came -out- of its assembly, pierced the aluminum rim, and gouged it as we scraped to a stop. Did I mention that we were at a fairly busy intersection near a highway on-ramp? This was after, when I’d pulled my car in to said brother in law’s driveway, my water pump started spewing coolant all over the driveway.

Both cars. Out of comission. Aidan and Morgan in the car with us in Howell, Hunter in school in Lansing.

Well, the brother in law injected himself with a shot of pure awesome, and left school to come and rescue us. A 30-dollar lifetime-warrented water pump and some scraping away of the old gasket later, and my car was functional. A replacement ball joint was acquired, as was contact info to start climbing the corporate ladder to get the rim paid for due to the faulty part. However, a replacement rim seemed to be scarce in the area, so we brought my car back and collapsed. AFAIK, all we’re waiting on is the rim, and we’ll be able to go back and rescue the Focus.

We’ll be a two-car family again soon. As it is, I’m full of coffee, egg, cheese, and ham. Yum!