the situation here.

Our green second car died last week.

Really died.

It was a 1995 passed-down-through-the-framily Buick something or other.

I never really drove it anywhere.

It was funny looking – with dents in  the side, glued on mirrors that couldn’t move and bullet hole stickers on the door.  Riley tried to “cool-it-up” by affixing a half dozen trendy stickers for products she likes – shoes, gear, schools.  You know – teenage signs of importance.

I don’t actually miss the car – although Riley seems to.

But goodness I missed what it provided.

The obvious – transportation.

Because Riley needs to attend school and Kevin needs to attend work, any priority I have had for leaving the house this week has taken a giant back seat.

(Having one car is probably a first-world problem.  But that’s where I live and it is kind of a problem.)

It’s been a funny stay-at-home week.

Which is not really bad.

The only two times I have left our house this week (literally) are to attend small group one evening and to drive quickly down the road to retrieve our dog from a nearby(ish) “neighbor”.  Apparently Ringo ran away and no one here noticed.

Truly, staying home all week is not that collossal of a problem.

But it is causing some amusing side effects.

Like a low and odd supply of groceries creating a mish-mash of dinners and lunches all week long.

Last night we had venison stew because I unearthed some venison deep within the recesses of our freezer.

I’ve discovered that only two large sweet potatoes actually make enough casserole for our whole family.

I made mac and cheese (if you would be so generous to call it that) with only mozzarella and parmesan cheeses.

I served my children the waffles I had made and frozen to give to a sweet friend/sister.  (Those were for you Sarah – I’m so sorry!)

I was forced to share my genuine-from-Vermont-maple syrup that I had been hoarding for myself.

But guess what?  

I’m on the docket to receive the use of the car this afternoon.

Hello grocery store – here we come!

(Tell me I’m not the only one who has eaten a bizarre collection of food in an attempt to stretch the budget or avoid the grocery store.)