When it Rains, it Definitely POURS. . .

Things have been a little crazy lately. Yesterday, we had the cherry finish on the ice cream sundae. Our car, my baby, our ONLY car, decided to quit on us. My Ford Escape. Only 6 years old and 60,000 miles. The engine is about ready to blow. Something about a rod hitting a valve. Basically, when Michael took it into a friend of ours (who is a mechanic with much experience) to have the lovely clicking noise we were hearing when accelerating checked out, he told Michael to drive in the slow lane on the way home and to have the number to a tow truck handy.....grrrrr! Sometimes I feel like we can never get ahead. The mechanic says we will need a new engine. We all know how CHEAP those run. . .even a used one. What to do. . .what to do. . .thank goodness Michael has nice friends at work so willing to give him a ride. But, of course, that only gets us so far. Stress and being broke are not a great companions, but they seem to be a constant ones these days. Have faith, have faith, have faith. . .this is what I keep telling myself.