Josh was coming back from Enid this afternoon and (he thought) ran out of gas down at the corner by the school auditorium about a block from our house. I took my two little boys down there and buckled them in and steered so Josh could push the car home. When Tom got home, Josh went and got gas to put in it but it still wouldn't start. The fuel pump is out on it and we still don't have Josh's car back so we're down to just the van. I've been on the verge of tears every time I've thought about it. I had a club meeting tonight so managed to be distracted for a while, but now it's foremost in my mind again. But to try and look at things positively. At least Josh was almost home when it happened, not in Enid or out on the highway (especially in this heat). That is a huge blessing. I"m sure there's more, but that's all I've got for now.
I got my first spam comment today on yesterday's post. If that starts happening frequently, I'll have to go to moderator approval on the comments. People who do that crap need to get a life.