Let's start with the bad news. I drive an Acura RL. I love my car. It is my favorite color red and I have never once had any trouble with my engine, transmission, or any of those other big car words that make your car stop moving.
The problem is my car hates Las Vegas. It is slowly melting. Almost all of the trim on the inside and outside, especially the rubber around the doors, has come off. The battery goes completely bad on me every year or so, and the absolute worst part, the sun somehow murders my windows.
My back two windows died about 2 years ago. They rolled down one day and never came back. It took $500 a piece to replace them. I had almost recovered from the tragedy when I heard the familiar jamming sound on my window as I rolled it down at the ATM on Friday. And down the window went, deep into the cavernous door, never to see the light of day again.
What is worse than your driver side window permanently in the down position? Having it happen on the Friday of Labor Day weekend. I get to drive it all over anyway and just pray my quarters and car seats (and the car) are still there when I get out. I went to lock it at the store yesterday and realized that was just about as pointless as they come.
So then Friday evening I was sitting at my computer when the wind started to pick up. Then the clouds rolled in and before I knew it, the rains came down. It was a classic LV monsoon but this one came with a kick. It was hitting our roof so hard I would have sworn it was hail coming down. Nope, just the most enormous water droplets ever created.
Don't you love how cameras do nothing to capture a torrential downpour? Here is my backyard that was pretty parched looking 3 minutes previous.
It was a whole lotta water. Now since you are the ones reading the story, I bet you have put the two events together. I had yet to do so. I was actually on the phone talking about how amazing the storm really was when it finally hit me, my car was now filling with water through my gaping window hole.
I ran outside, armed with a towel and was instantly drenched. I threw the towel over the window and ran inside to think of a better idea than the now dripping in my car towel. Thank goodness for friends who think quick on their feet... and leave crap at my house. Ashley remembered she had left a vinyl tablecloth at my house months ago. I located it, tore it open, made the mad dash back outside and saved my seat.
Now I just have to bite the bullet, spend a few hours at the dealer, shell out a small fortune, and get the dang thing fixed.
On to the good news... Rhode's first haircut!
It is amazing how hard it really is to cut off those little baby locks. As many of you noticed in my previous post, his hair was getting a bit long. (By the way, that was the wind, I did not porcupine spike my child's hair for church). It was so bad I found myself frequently tucking hair behind his ear. So before church, we trimmed him up a bit.
I spiked it up so the trimmers would catch it better but you can see how long it was.
A few moments of screaming, wiggling, and wailing and, before I knew it, my baby became my little boy.