I didn’t have a chance to write the post I had planned for today. I got a call from Rich at 8:50pm letting me know he was stuck at the gym because his car wouldn’t start. By the time I got over there, another dude had just finished jumping his car. We drove home and checked things out. We (who know nothing about cars) assumed it was the battery since it’s like 7 years old and the repair guys always tell us to replace it.
So off we drive to Walmart and they even have the battery we need. We head home. It’s now almost 11pm (this is super late for us), but Rich gets the new battery in.
And it still doesn’t start.
So off to the repair shop it goes. And you get this post instead of a great recipe for dutch babies.