by Tricia
I wrote that beautiful post about praising our car, and my husband comes home from picking up my son from school. “Hey Dear…” he yells up to my office, “the check engine light came on in the car.”
Oh, crud.
In the past for all of our vehicles, the check engine light coming on meant needing a small part replaced that cost a lot of money. Of course, I hope this time will be different, and I am going to try my hardest NOT to put the expense on a credit card.
Really though, there are a million other things my husband could have said when he came home. Among them being in an accident or someone getting hurt.
You know what, the car repair will be a small hurdle to get by before being able to pay more towards the credit card debt. But when I think of what my husband could have said (and didn’t), I feel pretty darn rich.
It’s always good to keep that in mind.
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Thanks for your time. Remain happy ?