This past weekend wasn’t really a weekend. I got home from work late Friday night and mindlessly watched TV until Elise got home from work around 1 a.m.
Elise had to go back to work early on Saturday. I fell out of bed around 9 and hit the garage to change the oil in my truck. I drained all of the oil and then realized that I only had 3 quarts of new oil. I hopped on the trusty Shadow and rode to the nearest convenience store for the 4th quart.
I changed my oil, took a shower and headed to work. I worked until around 8 p.m. I stopped at Blockbuster on the way home to rent Dawn of the Dead. All copies were out. So I went home and paid bills. I’m a wild and crazy guy on Saturdays.
Elise and I got up on Sunday and cleaned our vehicles. We then drove to La Grange to meet my parents and brother for lunch and to pick up the Expedition. Elise drove my truck and I drove the Expedition. No power and shaking. It didn’t take long to realize that it was misfiring. Dad pressure washed the engine for me last week and I think that a wire was knocked loose. I drove (very slowly) the the Ford dealership in Bastrop and left the key and a note as to what had happened.
Bum deal.
We got home around 5 and then went to Fry’s. Surprisingly I wasn’t a victim of any impulse buys other than a couple of Cokes. I cooked a couple ribeyes for dinner and we spent the rest of the evening outside discussing the ways we were raised and what it will be like if we ever get around to having kids.
I set my alarm extra early because I needed to get to work at the crack of dawn today. I forgot to turn my alarm on. Luckily I woke myself up at 6:30. I tried really hard to convince myself that today was Saturday. No luck.