The truck broke again....

These are the moments that try my patience.  Remember when they were fixing my truck and I didn't have it for a whole week?!  Yea, so I've had it back now for exactly ONE week and as I was leaving David's soccer game, once again I had no steering.  I pulled over and sure enough there was a line of liquid on the pavement behind us.  I climbed under the truck and exactly where I just paid them $500 to fix it?  That would be where all the fluid was pouring out.

So...no truck until Monday when my mechanic will be around.  Which is a pain with church tomorrow.  It's pricey to get us all onto the bus...not to mention I'm not a big fan of the waiting.

Oh well.  Such is life I guess.  I think in the last post I mentioned something about how much I enjoy the adventure of never knowing quite what the day will bring.

I think that's what one calls ironic.  Feel free to pray for patience for Ken today...