Handy Man

Every Tuesday night for the past semester, I have driven to Kansas City to take a 3-hour long class, then drive back. This class is painfully boring and the only motivation I have to go to it is to meet up with friends in KC afterwards. Well, yesterday was the last class of the semester, so nothing was going to stop me from enjoying a nice dinner afterwards, not even a snowstorm! After eating my weight in salad and breadsticks at Olive Garden (and making Nicole tell the waiter to pack up the rest for me), I headed home amidst the sleet and snow. Going 40 mph is never pleasant, especially when trucks pulling motor homes zoom past at 70 mph, coating your car in sleet. Adding to this excitement, I noticed that the temperature gauge was dangerously close to overheating. Now, I don't pretend to know a lot about cars, but I did what I thought would help...continued driving slowly and turned the heat off so the car wouldn't have to work as hard. No luck. As I entered Lawrence, I decided to call Adam just to check if there was something else I should do. He's awesome. He told me to avoid stops, go faster, crank the heat, and lower the windows (see why this doesn't make sense to me?!). As I did, it started to lower a bit. Then, I stopped by his work and Adam checked the engine, then scraped the ice off the front grill. Ta-da! Problem solved and the car didn't explode with me in it. It was just a little thing, but I am reminded how grateful I am for a husband who knows things that I don't. We just help each other out.