Because car brakes don't have any sympathy for how busy we might happen to be, the van demanded immediate attention. Metal on metal grinding. Lurching to a stop. Screeching in the wheel well area. I know my cars, I do! Well, I have a capable husband who does. So instead of slaving away in the rec room today, we had to buy brake pads and install them, conquer a few obstacles that were overcome in a wrecking yard (J loved it!).
Our back deck looks like a red-neck haven of goodies! A TV antenna, a metal fireplace insert, scrap wood and assorted stone blocks. What treasures!
Mission accomplished! I must go praise the auto repair experts and feed them something hearty and delicious.