posted by Sun T. on Jun 9
Well, truck trouble. Yesterday, I prepared myself and my son for the long, hot journey to my cousin’s house for the birthday party. On the way, I found myself looking at a little red icon lit on my dashboard:
battery.
So I text my husband (wish I would have had a Bluetooth headset then, cuz the text wasn’t quite enough info), and he says he forgot to charge the battery. That’s all he said. Okay,so I figure I have time to get to my aunt’s, then my father’s and get him to charge it. I only barely made it to my cousin’s house. By the time I got to the city where she lives, I had no signal lights, no ABS and no brake lights.
I had a good time at the party, then called my father to come with his charger. After a few wrong turns, he got there and charged up the truck battery. Surprise! It wouldn’t keep a charge, so my family decided that we should drive it to Wal-Mart and get a new battery instead of trying to continuously charge this one.
That’s where the real fun began.
It took us 3 hours, and a God sent good Samaritan named Tom Earl, to get the battery loose from my truck to install the brand new one. We had to get tools and it was just not pretty. I even injured my hand, which is making it difficult to work today *sigh*. The battery kept its charge long enough to get to my mom’s house, and then come home. The fact is:
We need a new alternator.
When I got home, I came in on a horror scene. The dog had broken from his cage, eaten everything that we told him he wasn’t allowed to have (seriously), threw it all up all over my house, peed, and rubbed his hair on everything. Needless to say, his nasty self stayed outside last night. … sometimes I wonder why I got a dog.
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