Literally. My car has been making some noises lately - it has a 120,000 miles on it and is 7 years old - so it didn't really worry me too much. Chris took it in for an oil change last night and there is apparently something more wrong with it than I thought - possibly the compressor. So, we made an appointment to take it in Saturday morning, but I don't think its going to make it.
Ok, change of topics, so stick with me. Casey showed me this "rash" on the inside of her thighs last night and said that it itched and burned, so we tried some Benadryl, which made it sting and burn even worse, so since we're going into the weekend, I decided to take her to the doctor today. BUT, I wanted to go into work this morning because I didn't know when the doctor's office would be able to fit us in. So, I got her in at 10:30 and left school to pick her up and take her.
Back to the car....when I started it in the parking lot there was this really loud noise, horrible smell and smoke coming out from under the hood. Yes, smoke...from under the hood! It started and the battery light came on. I called Chris at school and he basically told me "Good Luck." I was a nervous wreck driving the 22 miles from my school to his so that I could get the van to take Casey to the doctor. I have no idea what is wrong with it.
I traded vehicles with him, checked Casey out of school and headed over to the pediatrician. Diagnosis: chapped skin. No, I am not kidding. I took my child to the doctor for dry skin. I felt like such a moron.
So, now I am at home, on the phone with the bank trying to figure out how much we can afford for a new car if it comes to that. Argh! I have class tomorrow for grad school and there is a Georgia came tomorrow night, so going to a dealership in Athens is going to be next to impossible.
Wish us luck!