So this week has been.... eventful.
On Saturday, I babysat my neice, Rachel. She's a doll. We went out shopping, and after driving around a bit, my car started making these awful grating, clicking, rumbling noises. Everyone (at least all the men I saw) gave my car these horrified looks and then looked at me as if to say, "You idiot! You're not supposed to drive a car that sounds like that!" So once I got to the parking lot, I decided to find a different ride home.
I called a bunch of people and finally got a hold of my sister-in-law, and she and her dad came to get us and bring us home.
About 20 minutes after we got home, Rachel was walking across the kitchen and tripped over a bag of onions. She's almost two, so tripping and falling is just what she does. This time, however, there was the corner of a refridgerator right in her path, and she busted her head open on it.
Now, this was not life-threatening, but neither was it a band-aid job. It was a pretty deep gash, and I knew it would need some stiches.
Here I will remind you that the broken car was back in the parking lot of Joann's Fabric, about 4 miles away.
So after a few more frantic phone calls, some neighbors (the same ones that plow our driveway when it snows) came and drove me and a screaming Rachel to the Emergency Room.
Erik and Barbara came later (after they came to pick up Rachel and instead were told that, well, she was in the Emergency Room), and they brought Kevin.
Now we had to find a ride home. :)
Life can get exciting sometimes, even in Provo, UT.