It must be a curse...
Some of you may know of the loathing that lies deep within my heart for my husband's cherished '97 Jeep Wrangler. I have wished many bad things upon that little box on wheels (without my husband inside of it), however it seems to be a relentless little booger.
Please refer to
this post to witness the Jeep's first triumph. This is when our perfectly good truck ran into two concrete barriers. See you later leather seats, CD player, and A/C. See you later truck.
Well, it seems the curse of the Jeep has struck again.
Last Saturday as Ty was tending our friend's little boy. Ty and little Davin were in the house busting a move to, "
All The Singles Ladies," when they were interrupted by what sounded like a gun.
Well, apparently it wasn't a gun.
A drunk driver plowed our Xterra while it was parked on the street.
Our beloved Nissan Xterra ,that actually feels like a real car when your inside, as opposed to a cursed little metal box (Jeep) that rides like a snow globe being shaken by a giant, has gone to the car heaven.
Sad. Tear...
It seems that the Jeep will never go away, another tear of sadness...
And and ton of happiness 'cause I still have this guy...
We are a one Jeep family once again.
