(Erik is cute, our car is not.)

Something exploded in our car this morning.

There was lots of smoke, and lots of red leaking fluid.

And that last mile...

I had Robs say a prayer,

and then unbuckle her seatbelt as soon as we hit our apartment complex.

Just in case she needed to get out quick.

She was a little vexed with the whole situation, as any sweet little thing would be...

I was too... but chose to laugh.

Because I could/should have guessed it would happen.

There's a pattern to our lives right now.

A crazy pattern.

(I'm thinking I'd like to switch it up a little...

maybe try some solid colors?)

But as my Steve said...

"We're not cursed! You made it home."

Which is completely true.

I didn't have to walk the last mile home with my pajama clad children.

On a busy road with no sidewalks, because they don't do sidewalks here.

In the severely hot and humidified air that reeks of a paper mill...

...filled with both dragon and horseflies.

I know... Crazy, but true.

Things could have been much much worse.

But they were not.

And the bonus? The eventful morning made for quite a serene afternoon.

Both Robs and Erik are sound asleep.