In other news... Parents of another kindergartner in our class have "Soup Night" on the first Sunday of every month. They put on two pots of soup. Everyone brings thier young children, and whatever they have laying about the house. The adults socialize, the kids run wild, and a grand time is had by all. It's from 4-7pm.
Anyway, somehow we never get there until 6, we're the last to arrive and people are leaving about the time we finish our supper. So, yesterday, DH and I talk - what time shall we leave so that we can get there earlier? Four. OK, so chores get done, DH made Focasia bread, and we're out the door at 4:15. Wooo-Hoooo. Stop at the gas station to put air in my tires. (DH had noticed they were dangerously low.) And... The key won't turn in the ignition. Bang on it. Nope. Play with it. Nope. Children are getting ansy. DS6 is about to start walking. Call my brother - we need a rescue. He brings the extra key, and tools. Nope. Nothing. Nada. Call
AAA for a tow, and bring the boys home. Make soup. Eat Focasia. Turn on the b**b tube. (Cool programs on prehistoric animals are on.) Laugh about how we are simply unable to get to Soup Night at an early hour.
Today, DH replaced the ignition cylinder in my car and I'm back on the road, with the tires correctly inflated.