(My version of a Dr. Suess-ish rhyme...)
On Saturday, I blew up the van...
Everyone in the seats formed quite the clan...
Nervous and frantic down highway 35
Hoping that we would make it off the road alive!
Smoke billowing, steam rising
Children squealing, me nearly crying...
Ignored the Holy Ghost and its knudge
To return and get my cell phone before I budge
So, now I'm on the side of the road
with screaming, worried children and a heavy load.
Thankfully, someone lent me a phone
and I called Allen, left a message, still alone...
Called 411 and an answer was hoped for
Described the situation and pleaded some mercy for
Ok, so I cannot rhyme anymore....
We think it is the engine.... :-( Not quite in the budget this week...
"Things will work out" Thank you, President HInckley!!!
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