Well, I'm just getting to work this morning... :) Our car has been acting kinda funny for a while now, like not wanting to start right away, and silly things like that. So we get in the car this morning to drive to work, and the car won't start... I, in my infinite wisdom, listen to the funny noises it's making and say "either the battery or the starter." I've been through a lot of cars in my time, and they've all had more than their fair share of silly problems. I don't claim to know cars well, but I've usually got decent guesses on the causes of problems. My dad wanted me to be self-sufficient when it came to cars, but when he was trying to teach me all this stuff when I was 16, I was completely not interested... :)

Any rate, the Old Man isn't so sure about my diagnosis, but seeing as the options are wait till 8 a.m. when the Saturn dealership opens, or walk to the auto parts store that is practically in our backyard (and in any town other than M-boro, our backyard would be big enough that it would be in our backyard), we choose the auto parts store. Tell the guys there what the car is doing, they give us a battery tester, and we head back to the house. Battery is kinda okay, but pretty sluggish and sad... so we buy a new battery.

Now then, I'm a very small person, as people who know me can attest. This means I have very small hands. This means that when it comes to fixing things on the car, I'm the one who does considerable amounts of the work. Sure, whatever boys happen to be around are in charge of the "lifting heavy things" category, but I'm the one who replaced the fan belt on our Olds, and got to undo and redo all of the nuts and bolts and connections on the battery...

Go me! The car started (on the third try, granted), and I'm at work now. Probably gonna have to take a day off next week to go take the car in for a "check-up," but at least it's running now...

And at least it didn't pull this crap in Marissa... :)