That's The Mister paying the tow truck that brought Mini home. Repairs did not go well.
She blew a head gasket and the dealer wants anywhere between $2500 and $9000 (!) to fix her. Gulp. I should mention she is a 2003 with 150,000 miles. Not worth fixing they say.
The Mister was making arrangements for the dealer just to junk her when I went to blubbering pieces and insisted we bring her home. I paid $95 to have AAA tow her 25 miles home. I spent the night watching videos on people doing this repair themselves. I can't quite convince The Mister but I'm still working on him. What do we have to lose?
Right now she is just a driveway decoration but at least my baby is home. I can't believe how happy I was to see her. I gave the tow truck driver $20 for lunch and had to restrain myself from hugging him. Silly old me. She's just a car-fiber glass, metal and glass. My head knows this but my heart just isn't agreeing.
So what am I driving now that Mini is out of commission? Meet Big Red. The Mister made me go pick out a Ford Escape. After my scary accident in December, he says bigger is better. I say brighter is better so they had to order me a red one. Now I just need some white stripes on the hood-and to figure out how to park this monster.